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checkeredflagggs · 10 months ago

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A Perfect Storm

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: meet dr. alice “barbie” sargaent, professional storm chaser

a/n: so twisters 2024 changed my life (glen powell in wet white T-shirt changed my life) so…here’s this. Also I got conflicting info about instagram so for here - no one but those that follow you can see a private accounts comments (even on a public post). Also plz suspend your disbelief - idk anything about storm chasing or tornadoes

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drbarbie: tbt to the very first storm I ‘chased’ and the lifelong obsession that it sparked within me!

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user1: you were so young!

teammember1: nice to know you’ve been crazy for years! 😂❤️

drbarbie: Passionate! The term is passionate 🩵

teammember2: no I think crazy is better

user2: ok but what are Logan Sargeant and Oscar Piastri doing in the likes…

user3: right?

user4: maybe they watch the Storm Wrangler YouTube channel?

user3: that would be the crossover of the century!

teammate3: awwww baby Dr. Barbie…

drbarbie: I think I made my dad drive around for hours trying to find where the rain was actually coming down

user4: ok that’s adorable

user5: newbie here 👋🏻 why the nickname Barbie?

drbarbie: I’m a 5’11” blonde woman with blue eyes who was in like every conceivable sport and after school program. Some butt starting calling me Barbie as a joke and now people forget my real name 😅

user6: wait your name isn’t actually Barbie? What’s real? What’s fake? Who knows? 🤣

drbarbie: yeah you can blame my twin for that…

loganpriv: you begged for weeks to get a cool nickname and were delighted! To tell people to call you Barbie.

alicepriv: shush 🤐

oscarpriv: oh really?

alicepriv: I said shut up?

user7: you have a twin?!

drbarbie: yup! I’m older then him by about 5 minutes - and I’ve never let him forget it 😂

loganpriv: and another lie! What’s up with that?

alicepriv: I’m gonna tell mom you’re bullying me!

loganpriv: do it! And I’ll tell her you’re lying to the internet

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logansargeant: traveling means time to catch up with TheStormWranglers

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user8: you’re a buckaroo too?! Love this!

oscarpiastri: watching the back episodes or the live stream?

logansargeant: back episodes first of course!

user9: ok but they’re both buckaroos too

user10: am i dumb? Buckaroos?

user11: kinda a you had to be there moment - during one of their first live streams teammate2 called everyone on the team buckaroos to get them moving and the fans just? kinda adopted the term for ourselves

user10: ohhhh ok. That makes sense and it’s so cute! Proud to be a buckaroo!

user12: this is gonna be your week Logan!

user13: yeah! Austin has always been really good to you! 🩵

alicepriv: so I’m gonna hold your hand when I say this…

loganpriv: what does that mean?

oscarpriv: Alice…

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drbarbie: isn’t she a beaut! One of the biggest this year and I’m very happy to say Dolly (and us!) survived it!!! The opportunity to quite literally drive into the storm started as a fever dream from a few of the team members but we proved that it could be done. And this now allows us to gather even more important data — and as we always say, you can never have too much data!

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user14: Watching that almost gave me a heart attack oh my god

user15: i know! And they didn’t even give us any warning that it was something they could do!!!😡😢

drbarbie: We apologize! The team had been so excited and focused on getting Dolly ready for this that we forgot other people don’t live in our brains

user14: what even prompted this?

drbarbie: we were hitting bumps in the research process and as we were brainstorming ideas on how to fix it someone said that the easiest way was to…just go into the tornado. We said “bet” then figured out a way to allow us to do that safely!

teammember1: so I’m switching vehicles. I’m staying with the weather van from now on

drbarbie: oh it wasn’t that bad!

teammember1: I have about 200 new strands of grey hairs and a sore throat from all the screaming

drbarbie: like I said! Not that bad

user16: oh so you’re crazy crazy

drbarbie: we’re doing important research!

user17: what even was the point of all this?

drbarbie: my team and I are researching for a way that would allow us to stop a tornado in its tracks. We’re at the point where we can almost completely accurately predict when and where a tornado will hit — which is hugely important! Cause that allows us to save lives. But my team wants to take it a step further — to stop the storms when they do hit! To help protect people’s livelihoods

user17: holy shit! That’s huge!

user18: I didn’t even realize that is something that could be possible!

drbarbie: we believe strongly that it’s something that can be done. And we’re trying everything that we can to make it happen!

loganpriv: what the hell is this?!?

alicepriv: i told you you wouldn’t like it

oscarpriv: yes but there’s a huge difference between not liking it and it being completely INSANE

alicepriv: the theory was sound

loganpriv: this time - that’s not good enough

INCOMING CALL

ACCEPT OR DECLINE

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What the hell Alice? Driving into a tornado?

Oh don’t even Logan! Not when the two of you drive those super speed death traps!

That’s not even remotely the same and you know it!

…I know. Ok I know…

Alice…

Don’t. I know I should have told you before but…

Barbs?

I know you don’t like this answer but the theory was sound. We reached out and talked to like 10 different universities on the best way to modify the car and took all the extra precautions we could. The science-

doesn’t lie…

Haha

…you’re ok?

I think my heart is still racing but yes. And it’s almost done!

What is?

Project Aeolus!

Really?

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logansargeant: ahhhh Austin, my home away from home. It’s always good to come back to you — and the people that live there 🩵

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user19: IS THAT A GIRL LOGAN HUNTER SARGEANT?

user20: are we soft launching now?

alexalbon: Did you get a puppy?

logansargeant: no 🤣 just pet sitting for the day! This is rascal!

alexalbon: i think it might be criminal if you don’t let me meet rascal!

logansargeant: I’ll ask! But it will probably have to be after COTA!

alexalbon: worth the wait!

user21: rascal? Like drbarbie’s newest puppy?

user22: no but that dog looks just like her new dog and we know that Logan is a buckaroo!

user21: I've connected the two dots

user23: You didn't connect shit

user22: I've connected them

user24: are my 2 fandoms colliding?

alicepriv: rascal!

loganpriv: i see how it is. I come back home and you just want me to watch the little nightmare

alicepriv: rascal is perfectly well behaved! You’re just a bad example

oscarpriv: I’m agreeing with her. We’ve had no problems with him until you came along…

loganpriv: lies and slander. Objection

alicepriv: law and order again logie?

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williamsracing: all smiles here at COTA as we welcome a special guest! Spending the weekend with us is Dr. Barbie, a meteorologist who specializes in tornadoes with a popular YouTube channel The Storm Wranglers!

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user25: DR BARBIE IN THE HOUSE!

user26: this is everything I didn’t know I needed holy crap

drbarbie: it’s always a pleasure to visit COTA! And it’s even better to visit one of my favorite teams!

williamsracing: so glad to have you here!

user27: ok but do you see the look on Logan’s face?

user28: yeah mans in love

user29: or…and hear me out…he could just be happy to meet her? We know he’s a fan of her channel

user28: no one is ever THAT happy to just “meet” a YouTuber, no matter how famous

logansargeant: Glad you could make time in your schedule to visit!

drbarbie: “But it's the Grand Prix!”

logansargeant: “Is it? Who's playing?”

drbarbie: “No one's playing. It's the Grand Prix. I never miss the Grand Prix.”

user28:…ok maybe you guys connected the dots

alexalbon: it was nice to meet you! Didn’t think I’d ever meet someone who had a more dangerous job then race driving though

drbarbie: same! It was such a pleasure — and don’t even. I’ll take my job over yours any day

alexalbon: really? You’d rather drive after and into tornados then drive in circles?

drbarbie: stupid circles! And yes. Yes I would

alexalbon: they’re not stupid!

user29: ok but they’re funny af

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yourusername: trading in Dolly this weekend for some faster cars! Zoom zoom 🏎️💨

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user30: COTA! I’m at COTA! 🤞🤞 I might get to meet her and get her signature!

user31: oh my god! That would be the coolest thing ever

user32: you’re at a Grand Prix and meeting some stupid blonde is better?

user31: watch yourself! Dr Barbie is about 1000x better then you are you damn mouth breather

user30: mouth breather? 😂😂

user33: cool you’re at COTA but sargeant? You couldn’t pick literally any other driver to support?

drbarbie: and that’s you blocked. I don’t support hate on my page and I definitely don’t support hate against Logan

user31: you said it so well! Supportive queen!

loganpriv: cool your jets Alice. It’s fine

alicepriv: I don’t support hate but I do support bullying your unsupportive twin. Take that attitude and shove it

oscarpriv: sometimes I forget you’re twins and then I see you interact…

alicepriv: you watch yourself too. I’m soon to be in head smacking range…and I’m tall enough to get you

oscarpriv: yes ma'am

loganpriv: whipped

alicepriv: 🤨

loganpriv: 🤷🏼‍♂️

alicepriv: 🖕🏻

user34: ok but why Dolly?

drbarbie: why after the fabulous Dolly Parton of course

user35: you named your truck after Dolly Parton?

drbarbie: she’s had a lot of work done but she’s still the best

user35: 😂😂 icon behavior

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logansargeant: THANK YOU AUSTIN!! P3 baby! AND SPECIEAL THANKS TO MY YOUNGER TWIN SISTER ALICE drbarbie!!!

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user36: SISTER?

drbarbie: yes! He’s my YOUNGER twin brother!

logansargeant: the hell I am!

drbarbie: I HAVE PICTURE OF THE BIRTH CERTIFICATES YOU WET NOODLE

logansargeant: fake!

user36: ok that’s definitely a sibling relationship 😂

drbarbie: HE DID IT! P3!! CONGRATS LOGIE!

teammate1: woohoo! Go baby sargeant!

teammate2: congrats baby sargeant!

teammate3: could you feel us cheering for you baby sargeant?

teammate4: couldn’t be prouder baby sargeant!

logansargeant: not you guys too…

oscarpiastri: congrats man! A well deserved podium!

logansargeant: thanks brother!

user37: brother?!? dots are connecting again!

user38: oh give it up

alexalbon: great race today dude! Congrats!

logansargeant: thank you! You’ll be next!

williamsracing: Congrats Logan!

user39: he saw us shipping him with his sister and said hell no 😂😂

user40: right? Most definitely had to set the record straight!

danielricciardo: good job man!

charles_leclerc: great to share the podium with you!

maxverstappen1: good race!

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oscarpiastri: not the race we wanted today but we’ll come back stronger next week. Congrats on p4 landonorris and congrats to logansargeant on your first podium!

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user41: don’t worry about it Oscar! You’ll get it next week!

landonorris: thanks man! next week will be our week for sure!! papaya rules!

oscarpiastri: for sure! Papaya rules!

user42: it might not have been your week but that overtake lap 12 was INSANE

user43: right? Pretty sure I woke my dog up screaming

alicepriv: it was a good race babe. Glad to have been there to see it 🧡🧡

oscarpriv: you know I always love it when you can come to a race

alicepriv: and you know I always love watching you working for your dream

oscarpriv: 🧡

loganpriv: cheesy

alicepriv: 🖕🏻

alicepriv: anyway…

alicepriv: maybe I can get you to come to my job next? 😆😘

oscarpriv: your job at the universities? Yes. Your job in the field? No way in hell

logansargeant: great race brother! Taking notes on that overtake man

oscarpiastri: thanks Logan!

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oscarpiastri: you are the best thing that’s ever been mine

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yoomiwrites · 5 months ago

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Got the hots for you

Summary: You're dorks, but you're in love. GN Reader, you perspective.

Note: So! Here we have our second place, Ace and a cheerful Reader. This one was...idk, kinda difficult for me but I think I am satisfied with how it came out in the end. Much love to you! I will post an update after this how the other stories are going and when they will get an new chapter. For those who are waiting for them!

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The salty sea breeze ruffled your hair as you leaned against the railing of the Moby Dick, watching the waves ripple under the silver moonlight. The night was calm, the ship’s usual boisterous energy reduced to the occasional creak of wood and the muffled laughter of pirates lingering below deck. The warmth of a nearby lantern cast flickering shadows over the deck, and beside you, Ace stretched, letting out a contented sigh.

“You’re unusually quiet tonight,” he commented, tilting his head toward you with a lopsided grin. “Thinking about something?”

You huffed out a laugh, folding your arms on the railing. “Pfft, when am I ever not thinking? My brain’s a constant carnival.”

Ace chuckled, his voice warm. “That’s true. But c’mon, tell me what’s up. I know you, Y/N. You’re all sunshine and fireworks, but something’s different.”

You swallowed, keeping your gaze locked on the ocean. It was Ace. He always saw through you. You had been on the Moby Dick longer than he had, but from the moment he set foot on board, you had clicked effortlessly. He was the only one who could keep up with your antics, the only one who matched your energy. And somewhere along the way, you had fallen hopelessly, irreversibly in love with him.

But he could never know.

It wasn’t worth the risk. What you had with him—the laughter, the teasing, the unspoken understanding—was too precious. And so, you swallowed your feelings, shoved them into the depths of your heart, and pretended they didn’t exist.

Unfortunately, Ace had a talent for making things difficult.

“Maybe…” He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe you’re thinking about Thatch?”

Your head snapped toward him so fast you nearly gave yourself whiplash. “What?!”

Ace smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Aha! I knew it. You’ve been acting all weird around him lately. Blushing. Looking away. Laughing at his dumb jokes.” He waggled his eyebrows. “You got the hots for Thatch, don’t you?”

Your brain short-circuited. Of all the ridiculous things—

“What—Ace, no! I do not have the hots for Thatch!” you protested, flailing your arms wildly. “He’s like a dumb older brother! A ridiculous, cake-obsessed brother!”

Ace narrowed his eyes playfully. “Suuure. That’s what everyone says before they end up running into someone’s arms all dramatic-like.”

You groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Oh my god, you’re impossible.”

“But adorable, right?” he teased, nudging your side.

You bit your lip, trying to fight the stupid smile threatening to break through. This was exactly the problem. He made your heart race without even trying. You had spent months—years—falling for this idiot, and he had absolutely no idea.

Taking a deep breath, you forced a grin and leaned closer, elbowing him back. “Yeah, yeah. Keep dreaming, fire boy.”

Ace feigned offense, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. “Wow. After all we’ve been through, you wound me.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could respond, he sobered slightly, his gaze turning curious. “So if it’s not Thatch… is there someone?”

Your stomach did a backflip. You didn’t trust yourself to lie convincingly, so instead, you laughed—a little too loudly, a little too forced. “What kind of question is that?”

“A pretty simple one.”

You hesitated, gripping the railing tighter. He was watching you carefully now, his dark eyes searching, waiting. You could feel the weight of the moment pressing against your chest. If you answered wrong, if you slipped up—

You shrugged, plastering on the most nonchalant smile you could muster. “Pfft, please. Who would have time for romance on this ship?”

Ace studied you for a long second before finally shaking his head with a chuckle. “I dunno. You strike me as the hopeless romantic type.”

You scoffed, nudging him again to mask the ache in your chest. “And you strike me as the kind of guy who eats before he thinks.”

Ace laughed, bright and carefree, but then his expression turned thoughtful. He leaned against the railing, staring out at the sea. “I don’t think I deserve it, you know?”

You blinked, taken aback. “Deserve what?”

“Love.” He exhaled, his fingers absentmindedly drumming against the wood. “My family doesn’t deserve to live on. I don’t either.”

Your blood boiled instantly. “That’s crap.”

Ace turned to you in surprise, and before he could say anything, you jabbed a finger into his chest, your voice fierce. “You listen to me, Portgas D. Ace. If you ever say something that stupid again, I will personally kick your ass. You are more than your bloodline. You are good, and you are kind, and you are loved.”

His lips parted slightly, as if he didn’t know what to say. And then, suddenly, he laughed—warm, genuine, surprised. “You’re something else, Y/N.”

Your heart raced as he reached out, fingers brushing against a loose strand of your hair. He tucked it behind your ear, his touch lingering just a second too long. His eyes softened, the usual teasing replaced with something deeper, something unspoken.

For a moment, the entire world shrank down to just the two of you—the moonlight, the waves, and the space between you that felt smaller than ever.

And in that moment, you knew.

Ace was going to figure it out. Maybe not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow.

But someday.

The next morning, Ace sat on a barrel, groggy-eyed and yawning, when Marco plopped down beside him, arms crossed and a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

“You look troubled, yoi. Thinking too hard?”

Ace groaned. “Why does everyone think I think too hard?”

Marco shrugged. ��Because when you do, it looks like it hurts.”

Ace squinted at him. “What do you want?”

Marco leaned back, looking far too entertained. “Just wondering what’s got you so lost in thought. Maybe… a certain someone?”

Ace frowned. “What?”

“Oh, you know. Someone who gets under your skin. Someone you can’t stop messing with.” Marco waggled his eyebrows. “Someone with a very familiar laugh.”

Ace blinked, brain still sluggish from sleep. Then it hit him. “Wait. No way.”

Marco’s grin widened. “Oh, way.”

Ace scoffed, waving him off. “Pfft. You’re ridiculous.”

“Am I?” Marco hummed, standing up and stretching. “Because I could swear Y/N looked at you last night like they wanted to set you on fire. But, y’know, in a loving way.”

Ace choked. “EXCUSE ME?!”

Marco clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Think about it, fire boy.” And with that, he walked off, leaving Ace staring after him, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“…Wait… WAIT—HOLD ON, MARCO! MARCO, GET BACK HERE—WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!”

The sun was high in the sky, casting golden light over the deck of the Moby Dick, but Ace was acting like an idiot.

You had spent the entire day watching him fumble through tasks he normally handled with ease. He tripped over a barrel, nearly set a crate on fire (thankfully Marco intervened before the flames got too excited), and somehow managed to spill an entire plate of food on himself at lunch. It was so ridiculous that even the crew had started placing bets on how many more times he’d mess up before the day was over.

And you? You were torn between laughing and being seriously concerned.

So, after watching him almost walk straight off the ship for the third time, you finally decided to step in.

“Ace!” You stomped over, hands on your hips as he froze mid-step, looking at you like you’d just caught him sneaking extra dessert from Thatch’s kitchen. “What the hell is going on with you today?”

“W-What?” He blinked rapidly, as if that would help him process the situation. “Nothing! I’m fine!”

You scoffed. “Oh yeah? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re actively trying to win the ‘Most Clueless Idiot of the Year’ award.”

Ace groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m not clueless.”

“Then explain why you almost walked off the ship again.”

“I was distracted!”

“By what?”

Ace clamped his mouth shut, avoiding your gaze. Suspicious.

You leaned in, squinting at him. “Is there something you need to tell me? Because at this rate, I’m going to start thinking someone hit you over the head.”

He muttered something under his breath.

“What was that?” You cupped a hand to your ear, grinning now because you could tell whatever this was, it was embarrassing for him.

Ace sighed dramatically, rubbing the back of his neck. “Marco said something weird this morning, and now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You frowned. “Marco? What did he say?”

Ace hesitated, shifting uncomfortably. Then, after a long moment, he blurted out, “He said you got the hots for me.”

Your brain short-circuited.

“…WHAT?!”

Ace looked like he regretted every decision leading up to this conversation. “I told him he was crazy! But then I started thinking about it and now—” He gestured vaguely. “Now I’m acting like an idiot.”

You stared at him, mouth opening and closing as your brain desperately tried to process his words. Then, before you could stop yourself, you let out a loud, incredulous laugh.

Ace frowned. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because,” you wheezed, wiping at your eyes, “I cannot believe this is what’s been making you act like a total disaster all day.”

Ace huffed. “It’s not funny.”

“It’s hilarious.”

“No, it’s—” He paused, suddenly squinting at you. “Wait. You’re not even denying it.”

You froze. Oh. Oh no.

Ace’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him. “Wait… WAIT—”

Panicking, you did the only thing you could think of.

You shoved him and bolted.

“HEY! GET BACK HERE!” Ace yelled, chasing after you, laughter ringing through the ship as the crew watched in amusement.

You had successfully evaded Ace for a good fifteen minutes before he finally cornered you near the back of the ship, arms crossed and a triumphant smirk on his face.

“You can’t run forever, Y/N.”

You huffed, crossing your arms as well. “I could try.”

Ace shook his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. “C’mon, just be honest with me.”

Your heart hammered. “Honest about what?”

He rolled his eyes. “You know what. Do you… actually like me?”

You opened your mouth—then closed it. You were usually quick-witted, but right now, words were failing you. Instead, you dramatically groaned, throwing your hands in the air. “Ace, you’re making this so awkward.”

Ace snorted. “Me? You’re the one who ran like a guilty criminal.”

You huffed. “Because you were being weird!”

“I was being weird because Marco got in my head!” He rubbed his temples, looking exasperated. “And now I can’t stop thinking about it!”

Silence stretched between you. His words hung in the air, heavy and uncertain. Slowly, Ace’s expression shifted, something softer flickering behind his usually confident eyes. He stepped closer, hesitant but determined. “Would it be such a bad thing?”

Your breath caught. “What?”

“If you did like me.” He scratched the back of his head, suddenly looking unsure. “Would that be so bad?”

Your brain screamed at you to say something—anything—but your heart was too busy doing somersaults.

Ace sighed, then suddenly reached out, brushing his fingers against your wrist, barely touching, like he was testing the waters. “Because… I think I’d be okay with that.”

Your stomach did a backflip.

You looked at him—really looked at him—and saw the nervousness hidden under his bravado. He was waiting for your answer. Waiting for you.

So, with a shaky breath, you decided to be brave.

“I think I’d be okay with that, too.”

Ace blinked, stunned. Then, slowly, his lips curled into a grin—one so bright and full of mischief that you knew, without a doubt, you had just signed up for an absolute disaster.

And honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

#one piece x reader #one piece #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #ace x reader

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landososcar · 1 year ago

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so american ; CL16

pairing(s) ; charles leclerc x american!reader

summary ; in which a trip to monaco turns permenant because of one ferrari racing driver

warnings ; fast paced relationship, smau, google translated french (pls correct anything that’s wrong) & FLUFFF

note ; lol sorry i lowkey disappeared. anyways. here’s charles and leo (aka everyone’s fav duo)

instagram !

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youruser leo & i might never leave 🥰🇲🇨

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friend1 monaco is so so beautiful

yourbff you can’t leave me here alone in the us

youruser but…

charles_leclerc im stealing her

yourbff you’ve know her for 3 weeks

charles_leclerc whats your point ??

friend2 the states miss you come home

friend3 leo has a new lap to sit in????

yourbff i feel cheated on

charles_leclerc i’ll make sure you don’t leave ☺️❤️

youruser having the best time of my life with you🫶

yourbff saying you’re not gonna let her leave is kinda creepy not gonna lie…

charles_leclerc you’re just jealous coz she doesn’t wanna go back to the us and wants to stay with me

friend4 you look so happy😁

instagram !

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cl16updating recent pictures of charles with a puppy, fans who asked him about the dog say his name is leo and he is not charles dog but he is staying with him for a while!! we are also unsure who the girl in his car in the last picture is, if anyone has any idea please share her instagram @ with us!!!!!!!!

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fan1 omg he’s not his dog??? i’m devastated now i wanted leo paddock appearances

fan2 idk maybe if you guys find her instagram @ don’t share it,, if charles wanted us to know about her he’d share with us

fan3 if she doesn’t want us to know about her maybe she shouldn’t hang out with the prince of monaco

fan4 she should be able to hang with whoever she wants. some of y’all are so weird

fan5 imma steal that dog

fan6 that means we probs won’t get leo in the paddock😭

fan7 maybe leo is the girls’ dog and she’s a friend of charles visiting him or something idk

imessages !

translation 1: ‘i’ll miss you so much’

translation 2: ‘we can be crazy together, my love’

twitter !

instsgram !

youruser added to the story!

charles_leclerc added to his close friends story!

charles_leclerc replied to your story

↳ you always do baby

↳ god you’re so cheesy

↳ i hate you

↳ can we go back home i miss leo

↳ charlie babe leo will be fine by himself for 3 hours

↳ i know i know

↳ i just love him so much

you replied to charles_leclerc’s story

↳ CHARLIE DELETE

↳ THE DOGS ARE OUT😭😭😭

↳ LEO GOT OUT??????????????? WHERE IS HE ??? IS HE SAFE??? DID SOMEONE FIND HIM??:??;??/??

↳ omg baby no leo’s fine i’m sorry for worrying you

↳ why would you joke about that

↳ i think i nearly had a heart attack

↳ you’re more obsessed with leo than me

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f1wagupdates charles and his girlfriend (leo’s mum — we don’t know her name) this saturday. the owner of the first pic said that they were out for dinner with pascale, arthur, lorenzo, and their girlfriends.

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user1 she so beautiful oh my god

user2 where’s leo

user3 girl she doesn’t have to take him everywhere

user4 i think her name is y/n… my cousin in america said that she looks like someone she used to go to school with

user5 i looked through charles’ following and he follows a private account with that name @youruser

user6 ooo that could be her fs

user7 did she really leave leo alone.. she’s a bad owner wtf

user8 leo is a dog he’ll be ok by himself for a few hours omg you just want a reason to hate her go touch grass

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charles_leclerc happy gorgeous amazing month ☺️❤️

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user1 CHARLES who is THAT

user2 Y/N CONTENT ON THE MAIN ‼️‼️‼️

carlossainz55 whipped

user3 omg is she playing his piano

user4 yes with her feet

youruser love love love you

charles_leclerc chérie💓💓

user4 anyone else think they’re moving REALLY quickly…. like i heard they’re living together already

user5 who CAREEESSSSS

user6 it’s none of our business

yourbff you’re all she talks about oh my GOD

charles_leclerc are you jealous

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youruser “too much, too soon” i’m living with him lol

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yourbff remember when we had conversations that weren’t about him

youruser wdym

yourbff i hate him

yourbff you’re OBSESSED with him

yourbff you guys are DISGUSTING

youruser you sound jealous

yourbff i AM. that little french driving man STOLE my best friend

charles_leclerc FRENCH????????

friend1 miss you 🫶🫶

joris__trouche ❤️

friend2 come visit soon we miss youuuu

friend3 you’re so so so gorgeous

charles_leclerc MON AMOURRR

charles_leclerc YOURE SO BEAUTIFUL I WANNA KISS YOUR FACE

yourbff can you get me a ticket to the miami gp so i can see my wife pls

charles_leclerc no you’re gonna try steal her back

yourbff @youruser ur boyfriend is being mean to me

youruser charlie i lost my miami paddock pass can you get me another one pls but like could you put it under the name y/bff/n y/bff/ln please, for no reason☺️

charles_leclerc okay baby💓💓

youruser stop it i love you so so much you’re so adorable😭

leclerc_pascale Leo ❤️

youruser he misses you 🥰

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cineatros · 2 months ago

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٠࣪⭑ star lover

٠࣪⭑ pairing: lara raj x reader ٠࣪⭑ about: Lara, Katseye’s stunning vocalist, lives for the stage — and for you. What starts as a passing glance at a concert spirals into a dark obsession. Behind her perfect smile hides a dangerous secret: she'll lie, stalk, and destroy anyone who gets between you and the life she’s decided you’ll share. To Lara, you’re not just a fan. You’re hers — and she’ll do anything to keep it that way. ٠࣪⭑ genre: psychological thriller, thriller, romance. ٠࣪⭑ cw: obsession, stalking, language, drugs, alcohol, kidnapping. ٠࣪⭑ wc: 2.4k words ٠࣪⭑ tune in: paparazzi by lady gaga ٠࣪⭑ a/n: i kinda copied joe's glass room where he kept hostage his lovers and also this is an open ending, y'all be the one deciding if you want y/n get killed (like beck did), or got escaped with the help of sophia lol.

You were never the type to stan a group. In fact, you thought it was pathetic—the way people threw money, time, and emotions into strangers who wouldn’t even remember their faces. After One Direction shattered your teenage heart, you swore off idols entirely. Never again, you promised yourself. Never again would you let someone you didn’t even know hurt you.

That vow lasted exactly until the moment you saw her.

It started harmlessly enough. Your sibling had another survival show playing in the living room, just background noise while you scrolled through your phone. You didn’t even look up—didn’t care—until "Buttons" by the Pussycat Dolls blasted through the speakers and something inside you shifted. You glanced at the screen—and there she was.

Curly black hair whipping around her face, voice smooth as silk, moves sharp and dripping with confidence.

You didn’t know it yet, but you were already falling.

"Who’s that?" you asked, trying and failing to sound indifferent as your pulse hammered in your ears. Your sibling smirked knowingly. "I thought you don’t stan groups anymore?"

"I can make an exception," you muttered.

And just like that, you were gone.

You streamed every episode, voted religiously, prayed to gods you didn’t even believe in just to hear her name called during the final lineup. Daniela. Your bias. Your exception. Your secret.

When they finally debuted as Katseye, you were first in line — albums, merch, concert tickets you couldn’t afford—all for a girl who didn’t even know you existed. Or so you thought.

The night of the concert, something changed.

You didn’t dress flashy. You didn’t scream. You just existed—wide-eyed, genuine, different. And Lara Raj—Katseye’s glittering main vocalist—noticed. She noticed the way you lit up the moment Daniela walked by, the gravitational pull you couldn't hide if you tried.

It should’ve ended there. Just another fan interaction. Another fleeting spark in a sea of millions.

But Lara was different.

She didn’t ask for your number. She didn’t have to. She played it smarter. Patiently, methodically, she combed through Daniela’s followers, fan accounts, tagged posts—until she found you. Your profile was public. Wide open. So beautifully reckless.

Lara smiled when she clicked ‘Follow’ on her burner account. And from that moment on, she watched.

She devoured your life one post at a time—your late-night rants, your drunken party selfies, your lonely 3AM tweets about feeling invisible. You were an open book, and Lara read every word.

The club was her idea.

You had posted a story — a shot glass, a tagged location dangerously close to the arena. It wasn’t hard to drag Manon and Daniela along under the excuse of running errands. They didn’t ask questions. They never did.

Inside, the bass thudded through her chest as Lara scanned the crowd. Sweaty bodies blurred together, but you were crystal clear—swaying, laughing, drunk enough to stumble but still devastatingly beautiful.

Lara’s throat went dry. She grabbed Daniela’s wrist and shoved her forward. "Go. Say hi," she ordered.

Daniela, sweet and oblivious, approached you with a smile that made your knees weak. Lara watched the way you lit up, the way you leaned closer instinctively. Everyone would think it was Daniela you needed. Even you.

But Lara knew better.

It wasn’t Daniela. It was her.

She slid seamlessly into the conversation with Manon in tow, pretending it was a coincidence. When your wide, disbelieving eyes met hers, Lara felt it—the click. The spark.

You didn’t know it yet, but you were already hers.

After that night, Lara started seeing you everywhere. Or rather, she put herself everywhere you would be.

She watched every Weverse Live, heart pounding when your username popped up. She saved your blurry mirror selfies. Memorized your Spotify playlists. She knew your favorite drink when you were happy and when you were sad. She knew your favorite color (not just blue—a deep, tragic blue).

She knew your loneliness. She knew your craving to be seen.

And Lara? Lara saw you.

Because real love—real, consuming love—wasn’t about waiting politely. It was about claiming what was yours.

The signs started small.

She would answer your Weverse questions within seconds. Casually mention a song you had posted about just hours earlier. You chalked it up to fate. Harmless.

Because what were the odds that someone like Lara Raj would even know you existed?

You didn’t know that she was already following you. Already memorizing you.

She sat two tables behind you at your favorite cafe every Saturday morning, hidden behind a hoodie and sunglasses, sipping coffee slowly, savoring the proximity.

You never noticed.

You were too busy posting another photo of your croissant and latte. Lara smiled behind her cup.

You had no idea what real love looked like.

But you would.

The bookstore was next.

You posted about your "safe haven," and when you arrived, Lara was already there—flipping through a poetry collection she knew you loved.

You bumped into her, literally, and apologized, laughing shyly. You didn’t even recognize her—not under the hoodie and glasses.

"Maybe we were meant to meet," she said with a tilt of her head, voice low and sweet.

That night, you posted about the encounter: "Met someone today who felt like a character from a book. Strange...but nice."

Lara liked the post from her burner account, then sat back in her darkened hotel room, your photo open on her phone, thumb caressing your face through the glass.

It escalated.

You posted about a food truck festival. She was already there when you arrived.

You went to a pop-up thrift store three cities away. She found you there, flipping through vinyl records.

It was starting to feel...wrong.

But flattering too.

Because why would someone like Lara chase you?

You told yourself not to think too hard. You deserved good things.

You didn’t see the warning signs.

Until one night, during a Weverse Live, Lara laughed and said, almost casually, "You really shouldn’t leave your windows unlocked. It’s dangerous, you know."

Your heart stopped.

Because you had forgotten to lock your window that night.

You pulled away after that. Stopped posting. Stopped answering.

But Lara didn’t like that.

One night, you came home late, exhausted. You didn’t notice the faint smell of her perfume. You didn’t notice the slightly ajar closet door—until it creaked.

Your blood ran cold.

You turned—and she stepped out. Calm. Smiling.

"Hey," she said softly. "I missed you."

You backed away, heart slamming against your ribs.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" you gasped.

Her smile faltered, just for a second.

"You wouldn’t answer me," she said, voice trembling—not with fear, but with rage held tightly in check. "You don’t understand. I’m the only one who truly sees you."

You ran.

But you weren’t fast enough.

She grabbed you from behind, arms iron-strong, whispering into your ear, "No more running, baby. I’m here now."

And nobody heard your screams.

Because Lara had planned this night down to the last detail.

When you woke up, the world was lavender-scented. Soft. Fake.

You were chained to a bed.

And Lara was there, sitting beside you, carrying a tray of your favorite breakfast — because she knew everything about you.

"Eat," she cooed, brushing your hair back. "I know you’re scared. But you’ll see. In time...you’ll love me."

She punished you with silence when you resisted. Rewarded you with soft touches and laughter when you obeyed. Slowly, she filled every corner of your world until you needed her to break the silence.

Until even your nightmares wore her face.

When you finally escaped—slipping through a forgotten window—you thought you had won.

You ran barefoot through the night, found a road, flagged down a car—only to find her waiting behind the wheel.

She smiled as she jabbed the needle into your neck.

"You can’t run from me," she whispered as darkness swallowed you.

You woke up back in her bed.

Back in her arms.

And this time, you understood.

There was no escape.

Not from Lara Raj.

Not from love.

Sophia had always known there was something different about Lara.

At first, she told herself it was nothing. Lara was just...private. Everyone in the group had their quirks. But lately, Lara’s absences had become impossible to ignore. Recording would finish late into the evening, their bodies sore from dance practice, and while the others collapsed into their beds with tired laughter, Lara would slip away. Unannounced. Unbothered.

Sophia noticed the first few times by accident—the quiet sound of their door clicking shut at odd hours. Midnight. Two in the morning. Then the pattern became clearer. Every night, after practice, Lara would disappear.

She tried asking casually once, a joke tossed between the bedposts. “Hey, are you meeting your secret boyfriend or something?” But Lara just laughed it off, her smile too tight, too quick to fade.

It gnawed at Sophia. The unanswered questions, the empty bed across the room, the air of secrets Lara left behind.

Until one night, Sophia couldn’t take it anymore.

She waited up, pretending to scroll through her phone as the clock ticked past one-thirty. Her eyes burned from exhaustion. Around two a.m., like clockwork, she heard it: the faint rustle of movement. Lara, slipping into a hoodie, tugging a baseball cap low over her face.

Sophia’s heart hammered in her ears as she threw on a jacket and followed, careful to leave enough distance between them.

The night was cold, the streets breathing with the quiet hum of neon signs and faraway traffic. Lara moved fast, head down, blending into the shadows. Sophia’s nerves tightly stretched with every step, her mind racing ahead. Where could she be going? A lover’s place? An underground club?

But none of her guesses prepared her for where Lara led her.

A storage facility.

The massive rows of units loomed under harsh fluorescent lights, endless and cold. Sophia hung back behind a corner, watching Lara punch in a code at one of the rusted gates. The roll-up door groaned as it lifted, just enough for her to slip inside.

Sophia hesitated.

This was insane. She should turn back. Pretend she saw nothing. But her feet moved on their own, drawn by a force stronger than her fear. Curiosity. Or maybe, something deeper. Some fragile thread tethered to Lara she couldn’t bear to snap.

She crept inside.

The air smelled of dust and oil. Corridors stretched out in every direction, endless rows of locked units. Sophia’s heart pounded louder than her footsteps. She glanced around, desperate to spot Lara—then she saw it.

An open door. A soft sliver of light spilling onto the concrete floor.

Sophia swallowed hard and edged closer.

And that’s when she saw you.

Inside a glass room.

It didn’t make sense at first—her brain scrambled to process what she was seeing. A bed, neatly made. A bookshelf lined with worn novels. A typewriter perched on a small wooden desk. And in the center of it all...you.

Alive.

Trapped.

You stirred when she knocked on the glass, your eyes fluttering open, disoriented. For a moment, hope flashed across your face—you thought she was someone else. Then your gaze met hers, panic blooming immediately. You scrambled to your feet, pressing your palms to the glass, mouthing something Sophia couldn’t hear.

Help me.

Sophia’s breath caught in her throat. Her hands fumbled for the door, trying to find a lock, anything—

A shadow fell across her.

"You shouldn't have followed me, Soph," came Lara's voice, low and strangely calm.

Sophia whirled around.

Lara stood behind her, arms folded across her chest, her expression unreadable. In the fluorescent light, she didn’t look like Lara, Sophia knew. There was something sharper about her now. Harder. The kind of sharp that could cut.

“Lara…” Sophia choked out. “What the hell is this? Who is she? Why—?”

"You weren’t supposed to see this," Lara said simply, stepping closer. “You should have just minded your own business.”

Sophia stumbled back, her mind reeling. She kept glancing between Lara and the glass prison behind her, as if it would rearrange itself into something more logical if she just blinked enough times.

"You..." Sophia’s voice broke. "You kidnapped someone?"

Lara’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t deny it.

"It’s not like that," she said after a moment. "You wouldn’t understand."

"Then make me understand!" Sophia shouted, her hands trembling.

Lara hesitated, and for the first time that night, something flickered across her face—something close to regret.

"She’s... important," Lara said finally. "I’m protecting her."

"Protecting her?!" Sophia gestures wildly at the glass room. "She’s locked up like a goddamn zoo exhibit, Lara!"

"You don’t know what’s out there," Lara hissed. Her voice cracked at the edges, a raw desperation Sophia had never heard before. "You don’t know what they’d do to her if they found her. She’s safer here."

Sophia shook her head, tears stinging her eyes. "You’re sick. You’re sick and you need help."

The words tasted like betrayal in her mouth. She wanted to take them back the second she saw how Lara flinched. How she looked, for a fleeting moment, like she was breaking too.

"You’re just like everyone else," Lara said quietly. "You look at me and you see a monster."

Sophia pressed a hand to her mouth, heart breaking in a thousand different ways. Because she didn’t want to believe it. Didn’t want to believe that the girl who made her laugh during rehearsals, who shared midnight snacks with her on the dorm floor, who sat beside her on long bus rides with sleepy smiles—that girl could also be capable of this.

But here they were.

The glass. The locks. The lies.

"You need to go," Lara said finally, her voice hollow. She turned away, shoulders tense with grief she didn’t bother to hide. "Before you make things worse."

Sophia staggered back a step, the weight of it all crushing her lungs.

And then she turned and ran.

It wasn’t over.

A week passed.

Sophia stayed silent, terrified, paralyzed by the choice in front of her. If she spoke, if she told someone—it could ruin Lara’s life. Their careers. Their safety. But if she said nothing...

The girl in the glass room would stay trapped.

Sleep became impossible. Food tasted like ash. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw your face, wide with terror, mouthing silent cries for help.

On the seventh night, Sophia made her decision.

She waited again until two a.m., heart thrumming painfully in her ribs. She pulled on a hoodie, slid into sneakers, and crept out while the others slept.

This time, she wasn’t going to watch.

She was going to end it.

#cineatros imagines ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 #katseye imagines #katseye #katseye x reader #wlw #sapphic #gxg #katseye x female reader #fem reader #lara raj katseye #lara raj imagine #lara raj #lara katseye #joe goldberg!lara #lara raj x female reader #lara raj x reader #lara x female reader #lara raj x fem reader

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nerdykorgi · 1 month ago

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more mermay au and for those who noticed it in the last post, i made the brothers selkies because ive been on a weird seal obsession lately lol

I think for the au theyd be part of a sea monster hunting crew (paralelling the witch hunter thing). Caleb basically encourages Philip to use their pelts as little as possible to avoid be seen so they both are really depressed and cranky from not being in the sea for a while.

Caleb, with help from a sweet mermaid he saved from his own crew's slaughter, learns to kinda embrace and not be ashamed of his selkie side, spending more time in the sea and learning everything theyve been taught about sea-monsters and such was a lie. Evelyn also tries to get a taste of Caleb's human life, trying her best to follow him onto land, which more often than not ends up with Caleb stressing over if she'll be seen

Philip is taught to fight his selkie impulse to go to the sea so when he finds Caleb leaning into it, along with being around Evelyn, he assumes his brother is being led astray by both the pelt, the mermaid, and the sea, from which he begins he path as a devouted sea-monster hunter, and burns his seal pelt, forever trapping himself in human form.

But anyways, more later, hope you guys like this idea it was fun to come up with 🦭🩵🩵

#the owl house #toh #caleb wittebane #evelyn clawthorne #philip wittebane #flapjack toh #toh flapjack #witteclaw #mermay au #selkie au #boilingseasau

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rosenclaws · 9 months ago

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obsessed with your ex || Worst!Logan Howlett smut

summary: In his world you were his wife and he loved you and then you died. In this world you're his girlfriend and he loves you. At least you think he does. Still you can't help the voice in the back of your head telling you that you're nothing but a sad replacement.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI!! 18+ ONLY. insecure + jealous!reader, a very very toxic mindset, the reader's mind is very mean to her, reader is a mutant that can make objects disappear, angst, happy ending, rough sex, riding, french kissing, oral (f!receiving), a slight breakdown, soft sex, missionary, Logan is kinda a softie, cockwarming, fingering.

wc: 2.5k

a/n: Okay so it's here!! I need to make this clear that the readers mindset is NOT healthy and that relationships need good communication. That being said here's my fic idea that I've been thinking about for a bit. I love Olivia Rodrigo sm (I even saw her in concert!!) and this song was just begging to be written into a fic. Anyways I really hope you like it and that it's not too insane lmao. Also i made the graphic but i kinda hate it but i dont wanna change it so here we are I know it's ugly but its FINE

How long have you been here? Staring. Observing every little thing about you. Your nose, your eyes, your lips, your hair, your chin. The way your arms fall by your sides. Every. Little. Detail.

Did she have the same colored eyes? Did she talk like you? Was she smart? Was she powerful? Did he look at her the same way? Did he fuck her like he fucks you?

You clench your fists as you stare angrily at the mirror. He loves you. He says he loves you and yet it feels like you can never compare to her. She was the love of his life. She was an X-Men. She died. She was you. You're his dead fucking wife in his universe while you were nothing to the Logan in this one.

He looked at you like a kicked puppy that first day you met. A lost little pet that had been searching for its owner. Dragged through hell and back just to get to you. It was easy to fall for him. Handsome, a little rough around the edges. You hadn’t even been dating for that long but it didn’t matter right? He worshiped you. He loved you. He promised he loved you.

But sometimes in the back of your head you wonder if when he's kissing you, does he imagine her? Does he close his eyes while he's pounding into you and imagine it's her? How could you ever compete? She was perfect, she was kind, she was everything to him. Spiraling deeper and deeper into a whirlpool of doubt and envy. There's a heavy pounding on the door but you choose to ignore it. Too wrapped up in your twisted mind to care.

"Sweetheart, let me in." Logan's gruff voice was slightly muffled by the door.

You clench your jaw as you finally tear your eyes away from the mirror. You slam open the door taking Logan by surprise. His eyes scan yours for injury, a worried look in his face as he steps into the bathroom.

"I got worried, you were in here a long time." His arms wrap around your waist.

He's looking at you with pity. At least that's what your brain tells you. Was he worried that you were hurt because he loves you or because he was thinking of her death again? You know he still dreams of her. He can hide it when he's awake but the nightmares don't lie. It hurts so bad. Love me. Love me. You're jealous you know. She's dead, she's gone. So why can't he love you. You push him off and storm out the bathroom. Nothing makes sense anymore in your head.

"What the fuck?" Logan follows you and you feel yourself tensing up.

It's a miracle your powers haven't started to go haywire yet. So many different emotions swirl around in your head until it mixes together to form one single feeling.

Need.

You grab Logan's shirt and pull him into you. Smashing your lips onto his with a hunger that you've never felt before. Logan hisses as you bite his bottom lip harshly but you don't give him time to say anything as you slip your tongue into his mouth. He groans as he starts to take some control back. Hands slipping up your shirt and ripping to shreds with ease.

You pull back from his lips, chest heaving for air as you paw at his shirt. Silently demanding he take it off which he happily does. Your lips are back onto his in an instant. He slowly walks you back until you fall onto the bed. You fall onto the bed and lick your lips. The bugle in his pants is evident as you flick your hand and the belt disappears.

"I liked that belt." You pay no mind to his comment as you unbutton his jeans and pull them down, leaving him in his boxers.

"Easy there sweetheart," Logan pushes you back gently and crawls on top of you. Logan kisses down your chest, teasing each nipple with his tongue.

"Let me take my time." He purrs.

His hands touch and squeeze your breasts roughly making you whine. You watch his arms move, god he's so hot. He's close to making you forget. He kisses down, down, all the way down. He sneaks out the tip of his claws to pop open the button of your pants and he yanks them down until they're all the way off.

"There she is, my perfect girl." His girl. That's right your his girl. No one else's.

Logan pulls your panties to the side as he situates himself between your legs. He stuffs his face without shame, licking hungrily and practically moaning at the taste. You arch your back as Logan devours you. Watching his back muscles move are mesmerizing. He's yours. He loves you. He promises he does.

You can't stop the thoughts that begin to invade you. Overwhelmed by pleasure from Logan and pain from the horrible ideas that pop into your head. Did he do this with her too? Did he worship her? Do you taste like her? Is that why he can't get enough?

"Fuck!" You hiss as you sit up and tell Logan to stop. He does immediately, wondering what the hell is going on.

"Can't fucking wait." You scratch down his chest with your nails. He groans and tries to crawl on top of you but you shake your head.

"I'm going to ride you until you can't come anymore." You growl.

You bite his shoulder harshly making him hiss. It heals right up much to your dismay. How badly you wish you could mark him. You make his boxers disappear but before he can make a smart comment you sink down on him all the way. You whimper as you start to bounce on his cock. Loving how much he fills you.

You need to be fucked stupid. You're desperate for Logan to fuck every bad thought out of your head. To promise that he loves you so that you can believe him. You want to believe him. Please, you have to believe him.

"Sweetheart." Logan's breath is labored as you relentlessly fuck yourself on his cock. You feel so damn good but fuck he can tell something is on your mind.

"What do you need, let me help you." He sits up on his hands, placing one on your back as he tries to get you to slow down. His words make you want to scream. What do you need? You look at him and the only thing your rotten brain can tell you is that he is thinking of her.

"I need you to fucking love me!" You yell.

The dam of built up feelings breaks down as tears pour out of your eyes. Ugly, horrible sobs that make your body shake. Logan watches with horror in his eyes as he stills your hips, using his strength to lift you off of him as you continue to cry.

"I do love you." He says softly but you shake your head.

"No!" You shout. You pound your fist against Logan's chest over and over again but he barely moves.

"You love her! I know you do." Logan's heart breaks at the sound of your sobs.

"I'm not your dead fucking wife Logan!" You should regret the words coming out of your mouth but you can't stop them.

"You look at me and you see her. Like I'm just some fucking placeholder!" You let out an anguished scream as Logan captures your wrists in his hands. You know the stories. She was a hero, she was perfect in every single way.

"How can I compete with, with her?" You say completely defeated.

Your head falls against his chest. There's a sense of relief that washes over you. Thoughts that have plagued you for months are finally out in the open. Yet the fear of what comes next overtakes any other feeling.

"Look at me." Logan tilts your head up but you push his hand away.

"Sweetheart." He sighs and lets go of your face.

Logan's never been good at this. Talking. Being vulnerable. Then he lost everything and he hardened even more and he just. This was a new chance at life and even though it's hard he can't lose it all again.

"I know you're not her. Of course I do." Logan presses his forehead against yours, trying to get you to look at him.

"You loved her..." You croak out.

"I did love her. She was my wife. But I love you too. In a different way." He's a different man. Having gone through tremendous loss. It shaped him into who he is now.

"You're different people. Your powers act differently, you talk differently, you feel different. You are not a replacement." He says firmly.

When you finally look at him he feels this horrible pit in his stomach. He wipes away your tears but doesn't make any other move. It's not the right time.

"Would you have even given me a second thought? If I didn't look like her?" You ask, that question has haunted you for a while now but you never asked, too afraid of the answer. Logan is silent, unsure of how to answer.

"When I first saw you it was like a punch in the face." He starts. "For a moment I was 20 years in the past. Then I snapped out of it. You look like her, yes but you’re not her.” He gently traces a small scar on your jaw that you got when you were a child.

“I’m not the same as your Logan right? He was a leader, a hero and I was an angry drunk murderer.”

“I’m not gonna start listing all your fucking differences sweetheart, but I swear on my life that I love you for you.” He pulls you into a tight hug as you start to cry again. You cling onto him as tight as you can. The bad thoughts don’t just stop, even if you want them to but Logans whispering sweet words in your ear. Pushing out every bad thought for now.

“Logan,” You take a deep breath, letting Logan invade all your senses. Tobacco and whiskey.

“I need you.” He’s hesitant, not sure if it’s the right time.

“Please, I just need you.”

“Okay sweetheart, you have me.” He slowly rolls you over and lays you on your back.

He captures your lips into a kiss. His hips rolling slowly making you moan softly. His lips drift from your lips to the corner of your mouth to your cheek, trailing down. Each one so gentle, so full of love.

“You have this spot, righttt here.” Logan nibbles on your neck and you gasp when bites right at this spot that drives you wild. You melt into the mattress as he kisses over it.

“Always makes you relax.” He crawls lower, kissing down your body. He sits up on his knees and grabs a pillow to place under your back.

“I know you like to be slightly elevated because it means I can go just a little deeper.” He purrs as he takes his cock in his hands and gently rubs the tip of it along your folds. He slides two fingers into your cunt slowly.

“Know that my fingers drive you absolutely wild, that you need me to go slow to start.” You nod absentmindedly.

You never realized he picked up on all these things. His fingers start to slide in smoother, your cunt getting wetter for him. He leans down and takes a deep breath, groaning at the scent. He slips them out and licks them clean.

“Relax sweetheart,” He spreads your thighs and slips in all the way. Going slow but unrelenting, stretching you just how you like.

“So impatient, you never let me take it easy on you right? Just wanna be full all the time.” He leans down on his elbows as he rolls his hips nice and slow.

There will be no rough sex this time, this is about love. To show you that he truly does love you for you.

“Look at me,” He tilts your head so that your eyes meet. He smiles at the desperate look on your face.

“You can pretend it makes you all embarrassed, but I know you like eye contact.” He hums as he angles his hips so that he hits that perfect spot.

You jolt as pleasure rocks through your whole body but he keeps you under him. He’s slowly and methodically tearing you apart. Every touch, every word out of his mouth just makes it better. He knows. Of course he does.

“I love you Logan.” Your hands cup his face as you stare into his hazel eyes.

This time not filled with lust, but with a true deep love. He looks at you like you’re everything.

“I love you too.” He kisses you as he starts to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He smirks as he feels you start to squirm under him. You could never help it when you were close.

“Come on sweetheart, just let go.” He whispers in your ear.

His deep voice paired with the unrelenting feeling of his cock is all it takes. He holds you in his firm arms as a warm and wonderful tingling sensation runs through your whole body. A blissful smile on your face as you tilt your head back.

You feel your whole body relax as your mind calms. Logan tries to hide his growls as he fucks into you a little faster, until he’s coming hard and deep inside of you. He sighs in contentment as he stays inside of you. He taps your cheek lightly and you look up at him.

“I love you. No one else. Just you.” He moves to pull out but you whine. You need to be close to him right now. He chuckles as he slowly moves to your side. Spooning you tightly with his cock still deep inside of you.

“Can we talk?” You ask shyly.

“About what?” Logan grunts as he pulls you as close as he can get you.

“Anything?” He’s not much of a talker so he asks the questions instead.

How did you discover your powers? How did you meet wade? Just anything and everything and you tell him.

You talk for who knows how long. Staying wrapped in each other's arms. It helps, it really does. Logan listens, he really does listen. He wants to get to know you. He loves you. You rest your head on his chest, tracing shapes into his palm as you talk.

For the first time in a while your mind seems to settle. Ignoring any thought that may try and ruin your mood. It’s just you and him right now. There’s no looming figure of your alternate selves, not anymore.

Just you and Logan. Forever.

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wrayah · 1 year ago

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wriothesley x fem!reader

prompt: An overworked Writohesley finally accepts to get an assitant to help him around. Work begins to become smoother thanks to you, however you also make things harder for Wriothesley thanks to your innocent seductiveness. A small clothing mishap becomes the perfect moment for Writohesley to solve the throbbing problem in his pants.

notes: HERE IT IS THE (somewhat) SEX CRAZED WRIO I PROMISED YOU ALL !! can you guys tell i'm obsessed with this man ?? now please ask me for other characters i have no idea what to write now ( ;´ - `;)

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut (mdni 🔞), dom!wrio, pet names, penetration, oral, no protection, ejaculation, curse words, handcuffs, overstimulation (kinda?)

Wriothesley wasn't very fond of the idea of hiring an assistant, he could handle his work all by himself, he had been doing it for a while and could keep going that way. He simply couldn't comprehend why Sigewinne was so insistent, why she kept nagging him and telling him he should get help.

"'You really should consider it!" Sigewinne scolded Writohesley from her seat across from him, her tiny hands holding a cup of warm tea. "As the head and only nurse of the Fortress, it is my duty to take care of the people who work here, and that includes you!"

He chuckled at her puffed cheeks, she looked adorable when she was mad, and it was a challenge to take her seriously sometimes. He sipped his tea before looking at her, smiling.

"I'm okay, you don't need to worry. I don't need help-"

"Yes, you do! I can clearly see that you are extremely tired, and I have caught you working way past time lately!" She interrupted him, her tone stern but also caring. She looked at him in the eyes, dead serious. "How long has it been since you got a good night's sleep?"

His eyebags wouldn't let him lie his way out of this one, he couldn't actually remember the last time he went to bed and woke up feeling replenished. He frowned and looked down, having no answer to Sigewinne's question.

She scoffed at his reaction, closing her eyes and sipping her tea. She then placed her cup down, looked back up at him, and smiled. "Now that we've reached an agreement, I'll ask the guards to put up the flyers."

Writohesley sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index. "Fine."

And that's how you got into the Fortress of Meropide as Wriothesley's assistant.

You had been working as the Duke's assistant for a few weeks now, helping him handle paperwork, running errands for him around the fortress, and on the surface, basically helping and doing everything and anything to make things a bit easier for him. It wasn't all that hard, a bit hectic but you actually enjoyed what you were doing.

Your presence had completely changed Wriothesley's routine, he was now able to finish his paperwork in time every day and got to sleep correctly again. Sigewinne had teased him continuously about how he was doing better now thanks to her idea, and he couldn't help but admit that she was right, he did need help.

On top of allowing him to get back on his feet and feel alive again, it was an actual pleasure to have you around. He was reluctant at the idea of an assistant at first, he got to know you however with time and was actually not disappointed. You were a smart and gentle individual, always ready to help and accomplish tasks with a smile on your face, even the tedious ones. Whenever you had free time, you would bring him tea along with some sweets, which he highly appreciated. This imposed a timeout on him, which wasn't actually so bad. He enjoyed chatting with you, whether it was about work or whatever else.

Everything was going well, except for one thing. Everything was great, everything you did was perfect. You were perfect.

Writohesley couldn't keep his eyes off of you at times. Generally, he thought you were beautiful, your smile melted his heart, the way your cheeks reddened whenever you stammered or were unsure softened him, and the way you dressed pleased him, especially when you wore somewhat revealing clothing- shit.

It was hard for him to keep focus on work at times because of you, but forced himself to stay put. He could handle the situation well, but it was challenging at times.

On hotter days, like today, you would wear skirts without tights, leaving your thighs exposed for Writohesley to admire. Your skin looked so soft, and the way they looked when you sat made him want to dig his fingers into them so badly.

He could handle admiring your form, it wasn't the first time he had seen a beautiful woman in his life, he just had to put in a little more effort to stay focused.

He did almost lose his mind at one point though.

He was reading a dossier, holding it with his right hand and toying with his handcuffs with the other, spinning them around. He looked up at you once he was done to give you a new order but he caught you looking intently at his handcuffs, a light blush on your cheeks. Once you noticed his gaze, your eyes darted to his and you lightly cleared your throat, cheeks brightening. Oh, the dirty things that must have been going through your mind.

Ever since then, those same dirty fantasies have invaded Writohesley's mind, making his work, as well as something else, harder. All he could think of was cuffing you up and manhandling you.

He shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. Focus, Wrio, you need to finish this by noon.

"Is everything alright, sir?" You enquired, sitting across from him also handling a report file.

He looked up at you, his eyes locking onto yours. Your gaze was caring, worried, and so sweet.

He cleared his throat. "Yeah, um, could you get me some iced tea, please?" He needed something to soothe him as well as the growing heat in his pants.

"Of course!" You replied, a big smile on your face. You got up immediately and turned to make your way out of his office. You accidentally bumped some files on his desk in the process though, papers falling to the ground before you.

"I'm so, so sorry! I'll-I'll gather everything!" You stammered, bending down to pick up every loose paper and file, unintentionally flashing Writohesley while doing so.

He could see everything, the back of your exposed upper thighs, your beautifully shaped ass, your laced panties-covered crotch. Oh Archons, how could he keep his composure before such a sight?

Wriothesley cleared his throat again, this time to grab your attention. You squeaked, stood up, and spun around quickly, a messy pile of papers in hand. You were expecting to be scolded for your idiocy. You gulped as you looked into his darkening eyes, his face was deadly serious. You were done for.

"Don't think that what you just did is, let's say, inappropriate?" He questioned, a slight smirk emerging. Your terrified expression turned into a confused one, which he chuckled at. You weren't even aware of what you were doing to him, how cute.

"Your skirt is quite short you know, you should have kneeled down instead." Your eyes widened, realising what had just happened. You frowned and looked down, face becoming as red as a tomato. You placed your hands behind you, covering your behind with the papers.

"I-I'm sorry! I-... I didn't intend to give such a view..." You were so embarrassed you were barely able to pronounce the last part. You sighed ashamed. You wanted to dive into the deepest parts of the sea and stay there.

Toying with you was fun. "You know, it's not the first time your clothes have bothered me. To be fair, you sometimes dress quite inappropriately for work." He took out his handcuffs and began playing with them like last time, catching your attention once again. He grinned, canines showing. "Don't you think that, as your boss, I should reprimand you?"

You bit your lip, intrusive thoughts clouding your mind. That didn't go unnoticed, it only made his smirk grow wider.

"Go on, finish cleaning your mess up." He instructed, eyeing the rest of the papers on the floor. You did as told, kneeling down this time.

He got up from his chair as you placed the paper mountain on his desk. You watched carefully as he came up behind you, you didn't dare to turn around though.

"Hands behind your back."

"H-huh?" You turned your head to look at him, his frame hovering over yours, eyeing you down.

He cocked his eyebrow. "Want me to repeat? Hands behind your back." His voice was stern, he was doing his best to hide his lust.

You did as told, and soon enough you felt the cold feeling of metal around your wrists. He had handcuffed you. You choked a little on your breath, not expecting this to happen. Your darkest fantasies were coming to life, but you couldn't let your mind get the best of you, you were already embarrassed enough.

"You see, being naughty like that isn't very nice, you've been making things hard for me lately." He placed your hands on his clothed dick as he spoke, rubbing against them. Your breathing was shaky, and his pants felt so tight against him, that you couldn't help but imagine what he was hiding underneath.

"Since you're to help me, I thought you could also help me with this." He pressed his dick against your hands once more, letting out a shaky grunt. "Will ya?"

You nodded timidly, still not believing what was happening. "Good. Come on now."

He leads you back towards his desk as if he were leading a prisoner. Being treated this way was making you feel hot and bothered, but you loved it. He put his hands on your shoulders and with slight pressure instructed you to kneel down before his chair, which he would sit on soon after. He began undoing his belt, his pants coming soon after, all the while being attentively observed by you. He chuckled as he saw your big eyes look at his shielded cock, mouth agape with impatience. He finally slid his bottoms down a little, revealing his girthy dick to you, tip slightly swollen and shimmering with precum. You bit your lip at the sight, mouth-watering. He was so close, it was so close.

His hand came to caress your cheek tenderly. "Open your mouth for me, baby. Tongue out."

You opened up, tongue sliding out. You looked up at him, waiting for his next command. His hand travelled up to your hair, grabbing a handful lightly, before tugging your head down towards his dick.

As your tongue finally met his throbbing tip, you flicked it against it, tasting him. Salty but tasty. You began licking his tip, tongue swirling around it, pressing against his slit, doing all you can to take in all of that sweet precum. Wriothesley moaned lowly above you, hand caressing your hair now, encouraging you, praising you.

"Come on, don't be shy, take me in." Your mouth wraps around his wet tip, making its way down slowly. He was thick, but there was so much saliva that you were easily able to swallow him whole on the first way down, making him curse under his breath. You began slowly bobbing your head up and down, tongue against the underside of his dick.

"That's good baby, keep going." It felt so good he couldn't help but let his head fall back, breathy moans and curses leaving his lips as he tugged on your hair, instructing you to pick up the pace. You were doing your very best to go fast, but he was so big and your mouth so small that your cheeks began to hurt and so your pace began to falter.

He looked back down at you with glazy eyes, only to be met with lustful eyes looking back up at him, your mouth around his dick, drool dripping down from it. Fuck. The sight made something snap inside of him, it made him feral.

He got up from his chair, standing up before you, making sure your mouth never left his dick. You let out surprised noises around his cock, making him groan from the vibrations. He placed both his hands on your hair, gripping it hard enough to keep your head still and thrust into your mouth. You moaned around him with each thrust, both from pleasure and from slight pain, but mostly from pleasure.

"Look at me, baby." His husky voice sent electric shocks all day down to your core, making your thighs squeeze together. You looked up at him, the mere sight of his expression being almost enough to make you cream.

You look at him, tears in the corners of your eyes, cheeks red, drool all over, was enough to send him over the edge. He buried himself deep within your mouth and, with a loud groan, his cum sprung out onto your throat and into your mouth.

"Fuck." He panted, thrusting slowly to get every single last drop of his cum out before sliding out.

He grinned as he saw your puffed-out cheeks, your mouth filled with cum. He put his hand on your chin, grabbing it gently. "Swallow. All of it."

Your eyes widened at the command yet you swallowed the thick liquid without hesitation, small tears coming up from how weird it felt when it slid down your throat. He grinned and patted your head. "Good girl."

He picked you up from the floor with ease, making you gasp. He placed you down, feet on the floor, facing his desk, your legs against it. Your hands were still bound behind you, and your wrists started to ache a bit. He pressed up against your back, hands grabbing at your hips as he nuzzled your neck, taking in your fragrance. You tilted your head to the side, giving him enough room to pamper your neck with kisses. He licked long slow strips along your veins. You moaned, your core growing warmer with every passing second.

You felt something hard poke your hands, he was still hard. Mustering up some courage, you grabbed his cock with both your hands, it fits perfectly between them. You started pumping it, long slow, and sloppy strokes. He groaned against your neck, biting down hard. You both moaned and groaned, you from his sucking and biting on your neck, him from you pumping his dick.

He suddenly pulled his hips away, freeing his length from your heavenly grip. One of his hands went to your back, pushing your upper body downward against the table. "Stay there."

"Yes, sir." You whispered, body engulfed in pleasure.

He bent down, face in front of your clothed crotch. He pressed his nose against your wet panties. Oh, you smelled intoxicating. He pulled your panties and skirt down, the cold air of the room hitting your hot pussy suddenly, making you shiver.

Writohesley licked his lips as he admired you in all of your glory, folds glistening from how excited you were. He leaned forward, placing both his hands on your thighs, and lay his tongue flat on your pussy, licking slowly up.

"Mh, you taste so fucking good." He groaned against your folds, suckling on your sensitive bud. You were becoming a mess, unable to control the sounds leaving your body as he lapped at your wet pussy. You almost screamed when his teeth grazed your clit.

He suddenly got up, spanking you with one hand as he did. "Quiet down, will ya. Do you want everyone in the Fortress to know you were being bad? Do you want everyone to know that your boss is punishing you?"

You shook your head no frantically, going to bite your lower lip in order to keep quiet, but he placed one of his hands on your mouth all the way from behind. With his other hand, he pumped his length a few times before lining it up to your entrance, his tip getting wet as he pressed against you. He pushed inside you, not letting a single second go to waste. He needed you. Your moan was muffled by his strong hand, eyes rolling back. He was filling you up so well, touching your cervix with his tip with the first push. His other hand was on the handcuffs, holding them tight to keep you in place. He pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his head inside, and then snapped his hips forward, pushing back in violently.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” He whispered into your ear. Your little screams were silenced by his hand, he repeated the same movement over and over again, until you could barely hold yourself up, your legs trembling. His low grunts and your muffled sounds filled the room along with the wet obscene sounds your cunt was making with each thrust.

His grip on your mouth and chains suddenly tightened, his pace picking up. He was practically fucking you into his desk right now, each thrust more powerful than the last. You were barely keeping yourself together, drooling into his hand, eyes barely open, cheeks flushed; you were a mess beneath him, and he loved seeing you like this. With each thrust, he stroke all the good spots, making you come undone rapidly. The feeling of your cunt clamping down on him drove him crazy, he wanted more of it, more, more.

“Look at your tiny cunt, hugging my dick so tightly. Are you coming for me, princess?” You could only moan and groan in response, making him chuckle at your condition. He kept going, his pace never slowing down, milking your pussy of its juices.

After the second wave of full blown pleasure washed over you, your legs began to wobble, you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore and your knees started to bend. He didn’t let you fall though, he quickly let go of your face and hands and held you up by the hips effortlessly.

“We aren’t done yet babygirl.” The side of your face rested on the desk, your mouth agape, raspy, breathy moans leaving your mouth. Your throat was dry from all the screaming, you surely wouldn’t be able to talk properly afterwards. He pounded into you rapidly, his rhythm becoming sloppier with each passing moment, he was getting close too. For someone who had instructed you to be quiet, he sure was being loud now, but neither of you cared.

“So good, so fucking good for me.” He groaned, leaning forward, placing his forehead on your shoulder. His rapid breathing on your back sent shivers down your spine. You felt another orgasm building up, and you knew Wriothesley was close too.

“Wrio- I’m going to…” You could barely speak, every word you uttered being followed by loud gasps.

“I know, baby, I know. Just wait a little.” He hushed you, gripping your hips with so much strength his knuckles were turning white. After a few more pushes, he was losing it, groaning loudly on your shoulder. “Come for me, y/n. Come!”

You moaned loudly, your third climax hitting you like a truck. Your walls clenched his member, that was the last straw for him. He bit down on your shoulder, moaning as he did so. His cock pushed deep inside you and stopped there. His cum came spurting out into you, the warm and thick liquid filling you up, some even dripping out of you and onto the floor.

After a short while, his teeth finally let go of your flesh and he pulled out slowly, more cum dripping onto the floor as he did so. You opened your eyes as best as you could and looked back hazeley only to find a flushed and panting Wriothesley trying to catch his breath, still holding you up.

He then picked you up and sat you down on the desk, taking a set on his chair afterwards. You both sighed of relief, finally relaxing a bit after that experience.

He looked at you and smiled kindly, then looked at the mark on your shoulder and his smile turned upside down. “Sorry about that.”

You put your hand on your shoulder, massaging it to soothe the stinging pain. “It’s okay, it isn’t too bad.” Your smile made his worries die out.

You started to feel a bit chilly, after all your bottoms were still on the floor. Before moving to dress yourself, a question came to your mind. You looked him in the eyes. “So, should I stop dressing the way I do from now on?”

Writohesley smirks, his head resting on his fist. “I won’t forbid you from dressing the way you want, but you must assume the consequences that will come with it.”

At first, you blush, knowing well what he was referring to, but then you return the smile, answering with a confident tone.

“Oh don’t worry, I will.”

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wordsfromthymouth · 1 month ago

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yours, always

𓇬 jealously is unbecoming, but sometimes unavoidable. and shunsui needs to remind his wife she’s the only one for him 𓇬

‪‪❤︎‬ pairing: shunsui kyoraku x f reader : readers physical appearance is not specified

< for anon ‪‪❤︎‬ i kinda meshed your request with another idea i had wanted to write about, for me these themes are part and parcel when you are with a man like shunsui. hope you like this, writing it had me bricked tf up >

warnings: 18+ smut. kids don’t fucking read this. light angst, established relationship, traditional themes, reader is jealous, safety’s off (raw), cock warming, crying, pet names, praise, the only thing that pulls out is his couch. word count: 4k

Shunsui was not an aggressive lover, passionate certainly, and above all else, persistent. His yearning adoration for you was always prevalent, like a quiet, simmering hunger. Never sated.

His gaze always found you, in every room, everywhere. Sometimes you'd catch him looking, and you'd see it in his face. He looked at you like it meant I love you.

He told you every chance he got; sometimes, it was with tooth-achingly romantic confessions; other times, it was lustful whispers that made you go hot in the face.

He also loved to touch you, casually or intimately; it didn't matter. For him, it was just another way to show you his love.

He'd play with your hair, hold your hand and draw circles against your palm, rub your back as you fell asleep, or come up behind you and press his face against your neck, breathing in your scent like you were the sweetest-smelling flower.

Almost every night you’d find yourselves wrapped up in one another. Much like his personality, he liked to fuck the same way. Always patient and gentle, he had no qualms about who took charge and never demanded—it was a complete surrender to you.

He was not one for quickies; if it could be avoided, he preferred to draw out your time in bed. A slow, leisurely pleasure, languid touches, and deep kisses. He liked eye contact; at first it made you feel self-conscious, but the way he marvelled over you like a man obsessed, you soon learned to love every second he had his gaze on you.

Sometimes he praised you with sweet words; other times he'd say the filthiest things, but he made them sound like prayers when he spoke to you.

Even those rare times either of you were too tired to fuck, he’d lay you on your side, holding you close against his chest. His scruffy face nuzzled against your neck, skillful hands caressing your body with no real motive.

Slowly, he’d rut his hips against you, sliding back and forth against your core until you were dripping wet. Then, and only then, would he push inside you, burying himself to the hilt.

He wouldn’t move, though; he'd keep himself there, stretching you out to feel comfortably full, and you'd lie in his arms, feeling him breathing slow and deep at your back until you'd both fall asleep.

It was intense and passionate, borderline addictive. Even after so many years together, those feelings never dwindled. His penchant for slow and steady was one of the things you enjoyed most about him. It taught you to stop and enjoy the little things, you found you were less anxious and more easygoing.

It wasn’t without its criticism, though; as a captain, he was chastised for being too relaxed; few even questioned the decision of him being promoted to head captain. He was often mistaken for being lazy and apathetic, but you saw beyond that.

His humble disposition and easy nature allowed him the ability to choose his moment; he decided what to worry about and what took space in his mind.

He’d worked long and hard to hone his skills over many centuries, becoming an exceptional fighter and problem solver, which gave him the freedom to spend more time enjoying life's pleasures: napping, drinking, playing games, and, of course, fucking.

The latter had been no secret; even before you had been together, you'd heard plenty of stories from his younger days, chasing women and frequenting the yūkaku district—he'd had his fair share of experience, and it earned him a reputation that made him very popular, especially with other women.

It was to be expected; he was handsome, charming, and had a flirtatious demeanour that drew people in. He was generally well-liked amongst the squads, always friendly and eager to make others feel good with compliments or kind words.

In the early days of your relationship, it was a little difficult for you to stomach. Watching how women fawned over him when he passed or how they batted their eyelashes when he spoke to them made you feel uneasy.

It helped that he seemed to be unfazed or at the very least uninterested in the attention he received from others, and when you finally admitted how you felt, he listened intently.

Never bothered or upset by your feelings, his focus and motivation were only on you and your affections. He may have been a womanizer, but he was also very faithful, and eventually your concerns eased.

But sometimes, no matter how you tried to avoid it, it still secretly irked you.

This day had been one of those days; it started out with a letter. It was early; you and Shunsui had been in his office drinking your morning tea—a daily ritual for you both.

You were reclined in your usual spot, the lounge chair by his desk, while he mulled over his paperwork for the day. He’d been busy sorting through the piles when he noticed something.

"Where'd this come from? I've never seen it before," he said, prompting you to look over to the red envelope he was holding up in his hand.

You couldn't see anything written on the outside of it as he flipped it over; your eyes fell to the sea of papers scattered about his desk, stacked from end to end, and you laughed lightly.

"How can you keep track of anything in that mess of a desk?" you teased, taking a sip of your tea. Shunsui tapped the envelope against one of the stacks of papers, giving you a lazy smile.

"I'm almost certain I don't remember it being here yesterday," he shrugged, ripping open the envelope.

Curious, you stood up and walked around the desk to stand at his side; he absently reached an arm out, wrapping it around your waist, and you leaned in closer to see what it was.

The letter inside was addressed to him, from a member of the fourth squad, Chiyo Nakamura. You thought you recognized the name as one you'd read on the list of new squad admissions from the previous month.

Your eyes skimmed over the neat script and then widened when you saw that it wasn't merely a letter but a romantic confession.

Your initial reaction was surprise, followed by a tiny, fleeting feeling of jealousy, which didn't last long. It was clear she was unaware of the head captain's marriage, and it was an innocent enough admission, nothing vulgar or flagrant.

You respected that and her nerve—a new squad member, not even at an officer's level, propositioning the head captain took serious guts.

Shunsui let out a huff of air as he set it down, a noise falling somewhere between disbelief and humour.

"You have an admirer," you said, giving him a sideways glance. He laughed, pushing the letter away, and turned to you, his hand reaching for one of yours.

"Flattery, nothing more. Looks like she hasn't met my beautiful wife yet," he said, giving you his most charming grin. You smiled, and moving to sit in his lap, you pulled him in for a kiss.

That afternoon, the two of you took a walk to the markets. Shunsui was sitting by the sake hut; he sipped on his drink, admiring you from a short distance as you continued walking through, looking at all the goods.

You were looking for a gift for Nanao, and you’d stopped at an inkstand full of beautiful stationery. You then heard some excitable chatter coming from the sake hut, and you looked back to find Shunsui surrounded by a cluster of students from the academy.

They were talking animatedly, and you paid them little mind as you busied yourself with picking out a new inkpot and brush for her.

After a few minutes you heard them say their goodbyes; some of the girls from the group walked past the inkstand, close enough you could hear their conversation.

“He’s so handsome!” One of them whispered, and the others nodded in agreement.

“I know, I can’t believe it! Oh, I hope I can get into squad one,” another said, clapping her hands together.

“Do you think he’ll take on another lieutenant? I might apply for that position under him."

That last comment was more than a little suggestive, and they all giggled amongst themselves. You felt that jealous streak jabbing at your emotions like a sharp knife again, only stronger now, making you feel irritable. You sighed in frustration, and after paying the vendor, you made your way back over to him.

“All finished?” He asked, turning to look at you fondly.

You suppressed the urge to snap at him; you knew it wasn’t his fault the girls were fawning over him, just like it wasn’t his fault that young woman from squad four wrote him that confession.

They were young, and it was harmless crushing, but you couldn't quite hold it together, and you didn't want to tell him either. You needed some time alone to calm down.

“Yes. I’m going home; I have some things to take care of,” you said, tight-lipped. Shunsui raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t object.

“I will be there soon then,” he replied, kissing your hand before you turned and flash-stepped away.

True to his word, he arrived home shortly after, and you purposely busied yourself with several things that certainly didn’t require your attention as urgently as you made it seem, but you needed to stub out the sour mood you’d found yourself in since being at the market.

Shunsui was no fool; he picked up on it almost immediately but didn't impose. He kissed your cheek when he came in and then went off to do his own thing, giving you the space he knew you needed, damn him.

It just made you more frustrated, his thoughtfulness and patience. Just once you wished he'd get annoyed back so you could feel justified at being angry with him, but it wouldn't happen.

The rest of the evening went on about the same; you kept to yourself, avoiding him like the plague. At some point while you were making dinner, you'd started to feel a little silly. You were practically hiding from him at this point, and it didn't make you feel any better.

You were upset with those girls, upset at him for not being upset, and now, more than anything, upset with yourself.

You could've just told him how you felt, but you'd been stubborn, having wanted to rid yourself of this mood all on your own. It had only made things worse. You shoved those thoughts aside, focusing on preparing and serving dinner instead.

The Kyoruku family, being a noble family, had servants, but you didn’t allow them to serve meals. You prided yourself on taking on that role; having come from a common household, you admired your mother's dedication to caring for the family and your father.

You maintained that in your marriage with Shunsui, even a little jealous flare would not disrupt that.

Dinner itself was quiet; you didn't speak much. The whole time he didn't push, didn't prod, just left you be, occasionally speaking out about his day or matters that you could listen to without having to reply. Afterwards you bathed and retreated to bed early, while he lounged outside drinking sake.

The moon was full that evening; you’d left the fusuma cracked open, and the light of it cast bright streaks across the floor of the room—both you and Shunsui liked to leave it open on warm nights; your bedroom overlooked the gardens and the koi pond.

The sounds of crickets chirping and the flowing of the water were normally a perfect combination to make you fall asleep, but you’d been in bed for nearly an hour, wide awake.

The truth was, you were accustomed to being held. Shunsui always held you when you went to sleep, but his side of the bed was still empty, and you were too damn stubborn to go find him and drag him into bed. So you turned over onto your side, facing away from the vacant spot, and willed yourself to sleep.

When Shunsui finally came to bed, you were fast asleep. He moved silently, taking off his hairpins and eyepatch; he then stripped down to his samue. Padding lightly across the floor, he kneeled down next to the futon where you were lying on your side, your back to him.

He lay down next to you, curling an arm around your waist, and you stirred, becoming aware of the feeling of his lips pressing against your bare shoulder where your robe had slipped down. He hummed against your skin when you let out a soft whine.

“Mhmm, I’m sorry, did I wake you, sweet girl?” He asked, his deep voice soothing. You rubbed your eyes, slowly waking up.

His hand was tracing patterns along your belly, kisses trailing up to your neck. You leaned back into him unconsciously, finding comfort in his presence despite the tiny flare of anger still burning quietly in the back of your mind.

“So…” Shunsui continued, his hand moving down to the curve of your hip, pulling the silk duvet back with it as he did.

“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?” He murmured, tugging the tie at your waist loose to let it fall open, and he slipped his hand underneath to rest against your bare thigh.

Your breathing hitched, but you still wouldn’t speak; instead, you tilted your chin up to allow him more access, and he began to press open-mouthed kisses right below your jaw. You could feel yourself getting wetter the more he continued, heat spreading throughout your body.

The calloused hand on your thigh slipped between them now, and you felt him pull your leg back to hitch over his own, opening you up for him.

You held your breath as his fingers trailed down your stomach, inching lower and lower, until they just barely skimmed over your core. You arched into his touch, trying to get him where you wanted him, and he chuckled against your skin.

“Ah, ah, ah… Only good girls that use their words get what they want,” he said playfully, pulling his hand back and moving to cup one of your breasts instead. You whined then as he gently tugged on one of your nipples.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t speak that easily; you’re far too stubborn for that,” he grinned as he pressed himself closer to you, and you couldn’t help but moan when you felt his hard length against your ass.

You reached behind you, snaking a hand down between your bodies, and cupped him outside of his pants.

“Please…Shunsui. Don’t tease me,” you whispered, looking back to see his face.

His gaze was intense and hungry, you could feel him throbbing against your hand. You watched him then bring two fingers up to his mouth, and wet them, before finally tracing them along your slit.

He swiped them back and forth a few times, sending little sparks of pleasure pulsing through you each time, and you let out a soft moan as he slid them inside, two at first, and then, with some effort, three.

Your body opened up with ease as he worked them in and out of you. Your pussy greedily pulling his fingers in deeper, the wet squelching sound would’ve been embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good.

Your head dropped back against him as his thumb pressed against your clit. You could feel yourself getting close, your body clamping down around his fingers.

“Look at you, squeezing me so tight,” he murmured.

You couldn’t even muster a reply as you felt your orgasm teeter on its edge, your breath coming in shallow pants. You felt his mouth at the shell of your ear, and it sent chills up your spine.

“That’s it…that’s it…” He whispered, feeling you pulse around him as you tipped over the edge.

He didn't stop until you were squirming, pushing his hand away, and gasping for air. He pulled them out, bringing them up to his mouth once more, and a broken moan left you at the sight of him licking them clean. He chuckled softly at that, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet. I just wanted a taste," he said, leaning down to kiss you.

It started sweet but turned hungry fast, a mess of tongue and teeth, and when you pulled away, you were breathless.

“Get on your back,” you panted.

He did, and you wasted no time sitting up and pulling open the shirt of his samue; your own robe lay discarded on the floor. His clothes swiftly followed, tossed haphazardly to the side.

“Come here,” he whispered as he laid back against the pillows.

You moved over him, straddling his waist, and he gritted his teeth at the feeling of your warm, wet pussy pressed against his stomach.

His cock jumped in anticipation, pulsing eagerly against your ass. You ignored it for the moment, leaning down to pepper kisses along his neck and jaw, your hands roaming over his body.

His hands found your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples, and when you began to rock your ass against his neglected cock, he tsked disapprovingly.

“Mhmm, now who’s teasing?” He said, his voice husky and strained. He leaned forward and caught one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking greedily.

You felt yourself clench around nothing, your core dripping against his toned stomach; you needed more. You kept your eyes on his face, watching his reaction as you lifted your hips to line him up with your entrance and slowly sank down on his length.

His hands gripped your hips, eyebrows knitted together, mouth parted slightly as you inched further and further down until you sat flush in his lap.

Shuddering at the stretch of him. He dropped his head back against the pillow, cursing under his breath at the feeling of you fully wrapped around him.

“Oh, my girl, you feel like heaven,” he groaned.

You leaned down against his chest and began to grind against his length, slow at first, until soon you were rocking against him in earnest. He moved in tandem with you, hips driving up in short, shallow juts.

“Shun…sui…harder…” You gasped, desperately.

He obliged you, his arms wrapped around you, and then he was flipping you both so you were on your back, with him above you.

His hands found the backs of your thighs, pushing them against your chest, and he leaned forward so that your calves were resting on his shoulders, his weight not crushing but firm above you. Your hands grabbed at the futon as he slid back inside you.

It was deep, so much so it felt like your breath was punched out of you as he bottomed out, the angle enough for the tip of his cock to brush against your cervix.

It wasn’t painful, but it left you with an overwhelming feeling of fullness, like he was everywhere.

You sobbed as he began to move, your head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. It felt like you were being split open now in the most wonderful way. The sound of his throaty moans drew your attention back to him, and you looked up at his face.

His brow was furrowed, his good eye squeezed shut in concentration, as if fucking you was an art. His hair was down, falling around him in loose tresses that framed his near-perfect features.

From his full lips to his hooked nose, even the glaring scar that ran through what was left of his right eye, he was so handsome. You reached up to stroke the side of his face, and he turned his head to kiss the inside of your palm; the gesture made your chest ache.

You felt so lucky to have a man so wholly enthralled by you that the jealous bubble popped, and soon it was replaced with a sinking feeling of guilt.

Tears pricked your eyes, and you turned away, trying to hide them, but it was no use. Shunsui stilled above you; one of the hands that was braced against your leg moved up to cup your cheek, concern painted over his features.

“What’s wrong, my love? Is something hurting?” He asked between heavy breaths.

His tone was so sweet, and you let out a quiet sob. His face was now very worried, and he tilted your chin up to look at him.

“Hey, hey… What is it?” He asked.

You shook your head, reaching up to wipe your eyes, feeling a little embarrassed.

“It’s nothing... I’m… I’m just being silly…” you said admittedly, stifling any further cries. He didn’t look convinced.

“Nothing is silly if it makes you feel this way,” he said knowingly, and you sighed.

“I just… I was a bit upset today…” you started.

“Was it the letter?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“That only bothered me a little bit, it was when we were at the market,” you said softly. His brows pulled together in confusion.

“What happened at the market?” He asked earnestly. You looked away again, feeling a little ashamed. He thought back to the afternoon, replaying the events over in his head.

“Was it the students?” He finally asked.

“Yes… The girls said some things about you as they passed me… and it just… I don’t know… It’s ridiculous. I know I shouldn’t care; it’s just…” You trailed off.

“It made you feel jealous,” he said, and you nodded. He tutted softly and hugged you to him. A warm laugh rumbled in his chest.

“Oh, my love… I’m sorry it upset you. It’s okay to feel that way sometimes. If it helps, I can’t even recall their faces; I was too busy looking at you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You laughed a bit and opened your mouth to speak, but then he started moving again, and your words caught in your throat.

“Mhmmm… Don’t even remember what they looked like… How could I when my pretty girl was standing right there…looking like a goddess?” He continued casually, his pace picking up until you were being jolted with each movement.

Your hand reached down between your bodies, and you fisted it around his cock, making him slide through your fist and into your pussy with each thrust, the added friction making his own orgasm approach fast, and he sucked in a breath at the feeling.

“Does that feel good, Shun?” You whispered, and he groaned out some semblance of a reply as he felt that tingling sensation at the base of his spine.

“Do I make you feel good?” You pressed on, squeezing him harder.

It made you preen hearing him fall apart for you like this, that familiar feeling inside you building up once more as he fucked into you.

“Yes…so good… Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he panted out, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Please, I want it… I want you,” you said desperately, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“I’m yours, my sweet, I’m yours,” his voice shook as he spoke and when his hand reached down to rub your clit, it sent you careening over the edge once more.

You cried out as pleasure ripped through you, pulsing hot and fast, and Shunsui followed, only seconds after.

Pressing himself deep inside you, burying his face in your neck as he spilled into you. His voice in your ear, chanting over and over again.

“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.”

Soon, the waves subsided, and you both lay tangled up in one another, sweat-soaked and utterly exhausted. Shunsui was dead weight on top of you, but you didn’t mind. You held him close to you, breathing in his scent.

After a few minutes he shifted to move, and you clung to him desperately, not wanting to be pulled apart.

Rather than pull away, he held you against him as he rolled over, pulling you to lie on his chest, your knees tucked against his sides. His now-softening cock still inside you.

He pulled the blankets back up over the two of you, and you tucked your head under his chin, pressing one last kiss against his throat. You both drifted off to sleep.

#bleach #bleach fanfiction #fanfiction #shunsui kyoraku #shunsui x reader #bleach smut #bleach angst #not my images

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elliesglock · 2 months ago

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AMARI LIVE ANALYSIS

okay hey bitches. again redoing my analyses so today we're doing on of my ogs. THE amari live. now this live is packed with details that are not super visible but if you pay attention you'll get rewarded. a lot of anons have asked me to put time stamps in my analyses so i shall from now on.

live begins and we see the arrangement of the beds. ice and ines on the bed, amari on the floor in front of the bed, and paige/azzi laying on the second bed. i wanna start off this analysis with one of my more delusional theories. lemme preface and say i have no idea who's room this was but in my head it was either p or azzi's. why do i believe this? in the beginning in the back you can say azzi's under the covers with her bonnet on. and in azzi universe that's bed time wear. she looks completely relaxed and it seems that she's obviously sharing this room with someone else. it could be paige's as well but either way azzi looks comfortable like as soon as they leave and end this live she'll STAY in that bed and probably not sleep 👀. either her and paige are gonna cuddle because they're already in that mode in this live or they're gonna spend some more time off camera before they have to go to their own rooms. just a little theory of mine, i'll prob come back to this a few times when i'm mentioning things that could prove this.

this whole live you can kinda tell azzi's still in that sleepy mode and every time p yells she looks way closer to a meltdown. not that dramatic but she looks so over it at times. which i get because this whole live paige is up and down, yelling, screaming acting like an ipad kid over lebron. and amari WILL not stop being messy with the comments which azzi is listening to and really not fucking w. at 5:53 we see paige yelling and screaming as usual, but when she goes back to the bed she's facing azzi and almost looking like she wants to lay on her. and she kinda does for a second imo. azzi prob gave her a face after she was yelling and she decided to calm down and cuddle her to say sorry for a second. the way her body language is when she sits down is almost like she's checking up on azzi cause her WHOLE body is turned to her when she sits down and her eyes are on her. usually turning your body towards someone shows a preoccupation with them. and when she lays down her leg comes up and her hips shift almost like she's rolling or laying on azzi 🥀. i'm so sorry girl ik that hurts. and lemme just say before i blow up the way they are acting this whole live is so coupley and IM OBSESSED. azzi getting annoyed, p being touchy as a sorry, paige rolling and laying all over her knowing she'd get yelled at if they weren't on camera. it's so coupley. during this time, amari's ass is so messy and reads out a comment that says "amari has a bf and paige has a gf." and i like to acknowledge ice because she can't hide her face and unfortunately becomes evidence all the time for pazzi nation. she very quickly goes "PAIGE DOESMT HAVE A GF" not even acknowledging the amari part. now it's hard to differentiate if it's because she sees a couple in front of her and paige's girlfriend and guiltily tries to lie terribly by just blurting that out, or if paige and azzi aren't together yet and she don't want anything to be started saying that...me personally i don't think pazzi were every acting different with or without the labels. so the second theory kinda doesn't matter to me. pazzi has always acted like a couple even when they weren't together, that was their problem. they were invested and from first glance had intimate tendencies while not being together. idk it's whatever yall wanna think about it i would love to hear your opinions. to me ice sounds really guilty and like she's trying to hide something. after this 6:11 p starts talking to az really softly for a moment and it might be her checking up on her again. that's how i feel. i feel like she's focused on her and talking to her to keep an eye. we know p's very perceptive to azzi and also protective.

also during this ice and amari but seem tense and start watching the camera, most likely because p and a are doing something in the back. 6:43 paige and azzi aren't involved in the convo between ice and ines, they're having their own convo most likely little spat. paige goes "azzi....are you serious? we can't do that." paige reveals that azzi wants her to play a game after ice kinda starts staring at them. it's such a cute thing to argue about. azzi wants to play with her girl and paige is like babe but lebron's on. 7:00-7:05 it seems like paige calms down and goes back to being occupied with azzi during the commercial breaks because as soon as the game comes back on she jumps from the bed and tells everyone to lock in. jus so domestic that when she's not watching she just wanna lay and talk to her girl. even though her girl wants her to play a game during lebron's legacy game. now if paige didn't wanna look nonchalant for the camera she'd DEF fold and play with az. who can resist? 7:22 now why tf this girl go back to azzi and kinda look like she sits on top

of her and starts teasing her. paige sorta starts cooing at her and almost sounds like she says "she so cuteeeee" maybe making fun of her pouting, and azzi responds "don't laugh at me" in a VERY pouty voice so idk the streets are saying p was smiling and teasing az for being pouty. idk how to describe it but p seems like teasy flirty in this live. i wanna say dom but im not trying to get sniped so teasy flirty it is. her energy gives she wants to squeeze azzi's cheeks and make fun of her for how cute she is. she acts like this when she gets back to the bed and it almost seems like she leans down in azzi's face and teases her some more. maybe azzi is still pouty but gets blushy? u can hear a little smile in azzi's voice. 7:25 ice clocks it and looks over probably seeing pazzi being cuddly and close to one another. so when amari looks back, ice looks at her as a sort of warning. therefore, amari shifts herself so she's covering pazzi. that just tells me they looked close enough to almost kissing each other or they were being flirty and ice wanted to make sure they were covered from cameras view. paige eventually locks back in and goes back to watching but i find it so cute she was obv very invested in the game but MUCH MORE invested in her girl at the end of the day. ice is still a little nervous obv because anytime paige moves she looks back to make sure she doesn't have to signal amari again. ice i can read ur mind pookie.

8:53 azzi says move! she's so over her but that's her girl and she's gonna stick beside her. guess all those apology cuddles from p went out the door the minute p stood back up cause paige doesn't even care anymore 🥀. 10:53 azzi says shush i'm trying to hearwhen p is talking. at times like this i feel like azzi is the only one who can talk to p like this cause ive never seen p BE QUIET when she's told to be quiet. like she don't even listen to geno but by god she's going to listen to her girl. mouth shuts too quick and ines almost seems like she wants to laugh at her parents. paige looks like a kicked puppy and keeps looking back at azzi afterwards. she's like bae you always let me yap whatttt 💔. but azzi is just princess to everyone cause she says be quiet EVERYBODY quiets down oooo that's a bad bitch. paige knows she got a baddie too cause she always listens to az. somebody in the comment says "yall afraid of azzi? nobody even on that bed with her..." which is so true because not even clingy ass PAIGE is with her so she knew her girl meant business. (16:14) amari is talking about the comments and saying how when azzi said shut up they all did. and paige pipes up (cause she's also the only one allowed to do this) and says because of lebron not because of azzi! u sure about that twin? ur voice is shaking a bit. also she was screaming when lebron was on so YES obv you shut up because of azzi u damn liar. final moment, we get the legendary moment where amari is being messy AGAIN (this is becoming a theme) where she reads and says "Paige someone is going to take you out to breakfast" and azzi is over ittttttttt. she said take my girl where??? she says "better not" in this tone that can be so easily spotted as jealousy. she genuinely is not fucking w the idea of someone having dates or wanting her girl at all. jealous azzi agenda come home we miss you in this drought. she's gotten more subtle with her menacy behavior but she will NOT allow anyone to hit on paige and ive always felt if someone tried to hit on her she'd be blunt asf and say that's my girlfriend btw.

kinda not edited at all sorry guys i'll go back and edit it. but it's longer than my original, happy reading! lmk your thoughts

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eddiesxangel · 1 year ago

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Could i request eddie eating out the reader where shes on top and he loves absolutely smothering himself in her pussy, he loves it messy and hes gripping/massaging her ass so she cant move away, shes trembling and folded over, gripping the sheets and he loves that shes desperately rubbing her cunt on his face

I always think about early stages of a relationship with eddie when all of their friends are like "have you done it yet? Whats he like?" reader and eddie are flustered by the memories and the sound complaints because theyre addicted to each other

I kinda love the idea of eddie gloating to the boys about his sex life, not necessarily sharing private details but always praising reader and her body/skills n theyre all jealous 🤭

“Excuse me but what is that?!” Nancy points to your neck.

You thought that the dim lights of the bar and your high neck shirt would do the trick to cover the enormous hickey Eddie had left but alas, you were mistaken.

“Straightening iron burn” your hand shoots up to cover the evidence.

“You don’t own a straightener…” Robin squinted her eyes at you in question.

You look around nervously before you cave. You couldn’t lie to your friends, you were about embarrassed but also needed to tell them everything….

*********

“Dude what the fuck was up with you and y/n last night.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie shoves his face with the burger he ordered.

“I couldn’t fucking sleep because it sounded like you were eating her alive.” Gareth rolls his eyes.

“Sure was” Eddie smirks smugly.

“Not what I meant dude.” Gareth cringed.

“You’re just jealous because I’m having the best sex of my life. ” Eddie’s chuckles.

“The best sex of your life, huh?” Jeff pipes up.

“You have no idea man, I can’t keep my hands off her, her pussy has like magical powers or something.” He leans back in his chair remmebering last night….

*********

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie!!” You chant, forgetting about keeping quiet for the sake of Eddie’s roommate.

You’re pussy was hovering over your boyfriends face as he insisted you sit on him. His fingers gripped into your plush hips as he pulls you down so your weight was resting on his face.

The way his tongue was flicking your clit was sinful. He was consuming you. Your pussy juices were covering his whole chin and upper lip. Your sent was consuming his nostrils while your taste was consuming his mouth. Eddie was addicted to you. You’re like a drug, the more he has the more he wants.

“Come on baby, I wanna taste you cuming on my tongue.” He speaks into your pussy and it sends a shockwave of pleasure through you.

“God s’good” you slur, unable to think about anything else.

What sends you over the ends is the sharp smack to your ass Eddie gives your before palming it with his large hand.

Your body quivers with ecstasy and Eddie continues the assault on your clit. He be damned if we were to stop now. It’s so much but you can’t help but grind your hips in his face. Your pussy catches his nose and chin and it only feels that much more erotic.

He wanted more, he was so greedy for you, all of you. He wanted to make you feel good, your pleasure was more important than his. He was obsessed, consumed, and in love.

“Come on baby, give me one more”

“Baby-no, I want you inside me, fuck me please!”

“Please baby one more your pussy tastes so good.”

“Oh-okay” you stuttered.

With your permission Eddie is lapping at you even faster than before, your sensitive clit was throbbing; you wanted to cum so badly once again.

“Can’t hold it!” You cry. Your hands landing infront of you on the headboard. Your gripping on for dear life as Eddie’s fingers slip up side your cunt, pumping in and out as he sits your most sensitive spot.

“Come.” Eddie demands and you can’t help but obey.

Again he laps up everything you give before gently lifting you up off his face and he inhales a deep breath.

“I could have killed you!”

“What a way to go darlin’ ” he smiles and you can’t help but roll your eyes and you also can’t help but want to kiss him.

He’s everything you want and you want him now. So you spread your legs wide, enticing and inviting him in. You want him so bad you can’t stand the separation you’re going through now.

“Eddie please, fuck me.” You don’t even recognize your needy voice but as Eddie watches your hands roam your body, kneading your breasts and your fingers running along your pussy folds he can’t stand it either.

“Please I want you so bad, I need you baby, I need you”

“Shhhh, I’m here baby, going to fuck you so good with this cock.”

“Please, that’s all I want!”

“I got you baby, you ready for me?”

“More than ready” you pant.

When Eddie finally slips it in your head spins. Nothing will ever compare to the way he fills you. Maybe it’s because it’s new, maybe it’s because you’re both so in love, or maybe it’s because he’s the best sex you e ever had but why didn’t matter. The way he fuck is you is animalistic, it’s messy, it’s passionate, and it’s fuelled by lust and love.

Never has Eddie ever felt this way when it came to sex before. No other person made him so feral he does everything in his power to please you.

“Your fucking pussy is so pretty when she takes my cock. You should see for yourself darlin’ sucking me in so good.”

You loved when Eddie talked dirty to you, it’s only made it that much more enjoyable.

You grab Eddie by the back of the neck pulling him down towards your mouth so you could kiss him. You loved kissing while fucking, especially when it was sloppy. His taste mixed with yours was your favourite flavour in the world.

As Eddie hips slapped into yours you start to lose it. The incoherent begging and mumbling, your brain feeling goofy from the pleasure he brought you, Eddie was your everything.

“I’m going to cum!”

“Not yet baby, not yet.”

“Please, I want it so bad please!”

“Almost there, come on. Hold it for me.”

“Eddie!”

His cock brushed that ultra sensitive spot within you each time his cock pounded into you and you tired to hard to obey but your body betrays you. The way Eddie fucks you is too much, too strong for you to take.

“Imcumingimcuminimcuming!” You babble.

“Fuuuuuuck” Eddie can feel your pussy seizing down tightly on his throbbing cock.

*********

“So how did you get that?” Nancy wiggled her eyebrows at you.

“What do you mean how? Eddie follows her around like a lost puppy. He looks at her like she hung the moon and the stars.”

“Oh he dose not” you blush. But she was right he dose.

“Well he dose” she rolls her eyes.

“Okay I know what but like? Is he any good?” Nancy wrinkles her nose.

“Oh my god best I’ve ever had! I think he enjoys going down on me than I do.” You giggle. “He wouldn’t stop until I came twice then he ducked me so good I think I blacked out!”

“Gross” Robin chuckles.

“You asked!”

“No, Nancy did.” She laughs. “Who would have thought that Munson had that in him,”

“That and more” you sit back in your chair dreaming about going back to Eddie’s tonight.

#eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #Eddie Munson imagine #request #Eddie Munson blurb #tj’s mailbox

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starboye · 6 months ago

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starring: alexander "konig" kilgore x male reader

request: just thinking about innocent naive reader getting corrupted and not even noticing a single thing because he just want to be a good friend. . .

warnings: smut + angst, yander!konig, kinda obsessive, handjob

konig was such a good friend to you, he would never do anything to hurt such a pretty thing like you and plus you were both best friends so nothing was ever kept a secret between you two, so imagine konigs' face when you announce you have a date with some guy.

watching his face crack into a soft smile and telling you how happy he is for you but behind those eyes he was mad as hell, i mean who does this new guy think he is to try and take you from him, and it gets even worse when you come back from the date the next night and tell konig about how you loved it so much with the biggest smile on your face.

as much as he wants to feel happy for you he just cant imagine anyone else stealing him from you so he makes up a lie "i don't know about him y/n" he blankly making you question him "what do you mean" you ask him "i just have a weird feeling about him" he continues looking at you with the most beautiful eyes "well what if you just get to know him" you try to give an idea but konig pipes up with "you know my gut feeling is usually always right"

and he was kinda right i mean there was that one time you had feeling for this one guy and it turned out he was actually arrested for murder, or at least that's what konig told you (he pulled some strings at the police station and got what he wanted) "well then yeah i guess i can stop seeing him" you say and within seconds konigs arms are wrapped around you and he's thanking you for trusting him.

and queue the constant run of you finding a good guy and konig coercing you to stop seeing them because he has a 'gut feeling' and you trust him, but really he just wants you all to himself, making you depend on him more and more as time goes on by telling you if you ever need help with anything to call him and you do, calling him for even the littlest inconvenience.

whether that be helping you fix something or letting you cry on his shoulder when you get layed of from your job (after he pulled a few more strings and made it seem like you were a bad employee) and offering you a room at his place since you were short on money and couldn't pay your bills.

with you moved in now he can be so much closer to you, sneaking through your things at any chance he could and whats this it seems like you need some new clothes since all yours seem to be gone (he used all of them to jerk off and now they're ruined with his cum) so he takes you to the mall, carrying all your bags as you go to every store getting all the things you want, but hm it seems you need some help trying on those pants why doesn't he help you.

"you sure you're okay with that" you ask him "yeah it's what friends are for" he says helping you but on the jeans that hugged your ass so well, it was no surprise he got a boner, it straining so hard in his pants he just needed some release "fuck baby i need your help" he groans "what's wrong konig" you asked and he moved your hand to the aching bulge in his sweatpants "please just this once" he pleaded and after some consideration you agreed, i mean it was just a one time thing between two friends right.

pulling his pants down his thick cock flops out and you immediately work on fixing it for him, his grip tightening on the top of the dressing room door, your hand rubbing back and forth on his achingly hard boner, this was like his dream, he had thought about this exact thing so much, jerked off to the thought and feel of it but the real things is so much better than he hand.

"fucking shit y/n" he muttered before cumming on your hand, thick load messing up your hand as he let out shuddering breaths, and after that it became a regular thing, konig being all needy and asking you to come help him get off since you did it best (in reality you weren't the best at it but don't worry he'll train you soon enough).

and time after time it seemed you liked it more and more to the enjoyment of konig, maybe just a few more times and you'll tell him how you've had feeling for him to right?

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girliism · 3 months ago

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i need preggers user x Art

art donaldson x pregnant!reader

“is this real.”

art actually couldn’t believe what was in his hands at the moment.

you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes. “yes, of course it’s real.”

a sigh of shock from art filled your dorm room. it was your last year at stanford, and art had already dropped out to focus on his professional tennis career. you two were barely together due to the long distance and now after of one night where you had missed each other too much to worry about things like protection, you were pregnant.

“how -uh- how far along are you?”

“two months.” the baby would be born sometime after your graduation.

art nodded, taking it all in before standing up in front of you. “i know i’m on the road a lot right now, but whatever you need i’ll be there. i promise.” he placed a comforting kiss on your forehead you melted into.

art kept his promise. using whatever free time he had to spend on calls with you.

“how’s the baby, did it kick yet?”

“first, they’re not an it, and i’m pretty sure it’s too early for that.”

without fail he was at every doctor’s appointment, leaving wherever he was on tour to fly in to come sit with you in the cold doctors office.

“alright mom and dad are you ready to find out the sex?” your sonographer who’s been with you since the beginning of your pregnancy having bared witness to art’s breakdown at the sound of hearing your babies heartbeat for the first time asked.

you and art shared a look, it suddenly all becoming real.

“yes.” was said in unison.

“looks like you’re having a girl.” she said

twin gasp fell from you and art. a girl.

it was probably not a smart move for where art was in his career, but during the last four months your pregnancy art decided to take that time off and stay with you. his coach thought it was a bad idea, but art didn’t care. promising he’d make it up by playing extra hard next season.

“what should we name her?” art had his head resting against your belly, and his hand under your shirt stroking it. you guys were watching some shitty reality tv show that you both couldn’t help but be obsessed with. “i hadn’t really thought about it.” there was so many names to choose from, you were kinda hoping it’d magically hit you when you say her the first time.

“what about…. april?” art lifted his head catching you scrunching your nose up. “what? i’m keeping it on theme with an ‘a’ name.” still you shook your head. “maybe…” you twisted your fingers around in arts curls, thinking. “lilith? can do lily for short.” art opened his mouth to talk, but was cut off by a harsh kick.

“did you feel that?” you whispered. art nodded. of course he felt it, she hit right in the center of his palm. art let out a laugh when she did it again.

“i guess she likes it.”

during late nights when he thought you were asleep, art liked to unborn fetus, having read is was good for development.

“hi, baby it art, your daddy. mommas asleep right now which means i have you all too myself.” he whispers into the belly. “don’t tell anyone this, but i’m really fuc-freaking scared. i’ve never dealt with a baby before so please go easy.”

you bit back the smile creeping on your face.

“i can’t wait to meet you. keep thinking about all the things we’re gonna do together. you’re first walk, you’re first word, you’re first tennis racket. just hoping you don’t inherit my back hand, it’s shit.” he laughed, before catching what the time was. “it’s getting late i’ll let you sleep, but just know i love you forever.”

you felt him place a kiss above your belly button. you had to quickly snap your eyes closed when he came to lie next to you.

“and i love you too.” he whispered right in ear, whether you heard it or not. you did.

the bigger you got mixed with your emotions being on ten had you feeling insanely insecure. but art thought this was the hottest he’s seen you.

“did you know.” art interrupted your reading by placing kisses on neck. “that having sex can naturally induce pregnancy.” you hummed, mildly amused by his actions. “really?”

“mhm.” art brought his head out of neck to kiss your cheeks and the corner of your mouth. “not that i’m trying to rush the ‘baking’ process. just thought we should try it, you know, bust some rumors.” he wiggled his eyebrows at you.

it was impossible for him to be around you sometimes, but he never acted on it until he saw how you were now. laid out on the bed fresh from the shower with only your bra and panties, it was likely you got too tired to finish getting dressed. you look so round and glowy, it had art’s heart breaking and his cock hardening.

“i mean, if that’s what they say what’s the harm in trying.” you sigh, arching up into art’s touches. the book you were reading now forgotten.

the last month has rough. you were a box of nerves, the knowledge that she could come at any time any where was freaking you out.

it was just four days before your due date, and somehow you let art convince you to come watch him practice at the tennis court.

“this one’s for you two!”

art yelled across the court dedicating a back hand hit to you and the baby that ended up hitting the net.

your laughter gets cut off by a particularly hard kick to your abdomen. at first you ignored it but then another came and shorty after that another one.

“oh shit oh shit. i think the baby’s coming.” you hissed.

art’s never driven as fast as he was driving now. red lights and stop signs be damned, he was getting you to that hospital.

you ended up getting there on time, and was changed into a hospital gown, hooked up to multiple machines and given your pain reliever of choice. then before you knew it they were telling you to push.

art was positive you were gonna break his hand from how hard you were squeezing, but he held on equally as tight.

“i can’t do it.” you cried. you were so close to the end, one hard push away from this being over, but you were so tried.

“just one more, it’s almost over.” the doctor encouraged you, but you shook your head.

“come on, baby just one more. one more push you can do it.” art cupped your sweaty face in his hands locking eyes with you as gave one more push. soon the loud cries a baby filled your ears, and fat tears fell down yours and art’s faces.

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yeonmuse · 2 months ago

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In which our hatter is deeply in love or more like obsessed with his alice since the moment he set eyes on her. He cant bear let her or go and he’d rather die than let anyone else have her.

Request from @addictedtohobi : Chosen Journey [ hatter guide, teapot tether, traveling to the wonder forest & white kings palace ]

✧ tw. smut (18+ mdni!),readers first time, jake worshipping reader, impatient jake, oral , readers on the receiving end, hes kinda obsessed ngl

Authors notes: req 6 for musies 1k req event hi my loves I’m so sorry to keep you all waiting, a lot has happened over the course of two weeks but hopefully I can get the rest of your reqs out by the end of the upcoming week

Other reqs can be found here

It was known by all of wonderland that Sim Jaeyun had been completely over the bend, to those he surrounded himself with he was of course completely normal, because every one of them had seemed to have been mad, but to you..the sweet innocent little thing he’d found capturing his heart he was completely normal. Of course that was because you hadn’t known his true colors, you had only just met all of them— fell down a rabbit hole and hit your head so hard you'd thought you knocked yourself into some state of psychosis.

When you finally came to your eyes cracked open to find yourself in a bright and colorful room you’d never seen, not even in your dreams. As you push yourself up from the soft comfort of the mattress beneath you a sharp pain shot through your head making you elbows weaken beneath you and your body fall back against the mattress. You weren’t sure how you’d gotten here or what events had occurred leading up to you having got there, but one thing was for certain, you weren't anywhere close to home.

You lie back in bed gently rubbing at your temples, trying desperately to blink away the pain that had shot through your head. Your attention is momentarily stolen away as the door at the front of the room shoots open and in walks a tall man who looked to be about your age, a tray full of pastries and a white teapot sat on a tray in his hands.

‘Oh you’re awake.’’ he beams, making his way over to your side and placing the tray down at the bedside.

“How's your head?’’ he asks, seeming to be genuinely concerned for your well being, despite one simple fact. You had absolutely no idea who he was, and worst of all you couldn’t seem to remember who you were either.

“Where..where am i?’’ you finally speak, interrupting his nagging and seemingly endless banter about how you should be keeping your head elevated against the pillows.

“Oh…if you don’t know then you must not be from underland..’’

“Wonderland?’’

“Underland it’s a place unlike any other, the place where the impossible becomes possible, where all things logical cease to exist.’’ His words seemed to have fallen upon deaf ears as you took a moment to gather your surroundings, it was then that you realized all the interesting things about the room. A piano floating on the ceiling, flowers watering themselves, lights dancing and casting shadows upon the ceiling.

“You must be from somewhere far…What is your name love…?” he asks, resting a palm against your head and neck, you assumed to check your temperature.

“I don’t…i don’t remember..’’

“You don’t remember? You must have fallen pretty hard here, let's get you up.’’ He helps you sit up in bed making sure you’re stable before placing a cup of tea into your hands.

“Until you remember we’ll just call you Alice.’’

“Alice?’’

“A peculiar name for a peculiar girl, what normal person forgets their own name.’’ he laughs, a laugh that seems to lighten your mood, though to anyone else it would seem off putting.

“Make sure you drink up, it may not help with your memory but it’ll at least make your head feel better.’’

“Well what is it?’’ you eye the mysterious liquid curiously, although really faint you could almost catch a hint of lavender.

“Tea.’’ he responds, pushing himself up from the bed.

“Wait where are you going?’’ you watch as he places the plate of pastries onto the bedside table and takes the tray.

“You should rest up after, we’ll talk more once you’re awake.’’ and with that he leaves you alone to the silence of the room, your gaze drops to the steaming cup of tea in your hands. Finally you bring it to your nose, taking in it’s sweet aroma before bringing it to your lips

Jake found his thoughts drifting to you as he stood in the kitchen. The way you burrowed yourself into his chest when he’d found you in the forest, eyes half lidded as if you were grasping onto the last bit of consciousness you’d had left. It startled him at first, no one had ever gotten that close to him, had ever touched him so softly or gently as you had. Then there were the soft whines and whimpers that spilled from your lips as you’d begged him to ease the pain, the aching in your head.

For a moment he just sat there in complete shock, someone like you was asking for his help. You looked sweet and endearing, as if you yourself were not meant for a world like this or any other. It had been his first time laying eyes on you and yet in that moment you would become something so precious to him. A jewel for him to keep and take care of before the others would corrupt you and have you think of him as someone that’s gone completely mad.

“What are you thinking about?’’ His reminiscing is cut short as Sunoo enters the kitchen, pulling a red apple from the fruit bowl sitting on the dough table and bringing it to his lips.

He couldn’t let anyone else know about you, he didn’t want you to need anyone else, he didn’t want anyone else to care for you in all the ways he knew that he should.”nothing, just finished making tea.’’ he responds, holding up the half empty teapot as proof of his lie.

“Well when you’re done, Sunghoon asked to meet with all of us tonight.’’

“Oh do you know what for?’’ Jake's brows crease together, it wasn’t unusual for them all to meet with one another, but it wasn’t usually Sunghoon calling together for such gatherings.

“Something about a girl, Jungwon spotted a girl in the forest today, Sunghoon thinks she might be from the overlands.’’ Jake's blood ran cold at the mention of you, his Alice, the one he had found on the brink of passing out.

“Is he looking for her or something?’’ Sunoo simply shrugs, failing short of the information Jake now so desperately seeked.

Once Sunoo has finally gone he hurries out of the kitchen and speeds down the hallway to the room that housed you. You were startled awake when the door came swinging open and Jake walked in seemingly bothered by something.

“Jake?’’ you called through half lidded eyes, still feeling slippy from your momentary doze off before he’d entered the room. “What’s wrong?’’

“Hm? Oh nothing..nothing. Listen i know i told you to rest, but we’re going to go someplace else, can you walk?’’ he asks, his eyes scanning the entire room but never once looking you in your eyes.

You nod, pushing the sheets off of yourself and swinging your feet over the side of the bed. “But where..why are we leaving?’’

Jakes heart sank in his chest, he didn’t know how to tell you the truth without seeming selfish in his intentions, he needed to come up with something quick.

“The house, the house will be in his shrinking period soon.’’

“Shrinking period?’’ you blink at him curiously, head tilted to the side as you gave him a look so innocent it made his heart melt yet swell with guilt.

“Here in wonderland the homes have shrinking periods, wonderland grows bigger but the houses sometimes shrink depending it’s age.’’ he mentally curses himself, the lie itself sounded so stupid, but to his surprise you believed it.

“Oh..then where are we going.’’

“To my place.’’

‘This isn’t your home?’’ you ask, confusion evident in your tone.

“No, I share this place with my friends. It’s basically like a headquarters.’’

‘Your friends? Oh are they here!? Can I meet them too!?’’ your face brightens at the mention of others, a smile that somehow makes his skin crawl with envy.

“They all left already.’’ he lies, watching the smile slowly fall from her face into a pout. You had grown so excited at the mention of others after being alone for what felt like hours.

“But you can meet them soon, maybe when we come back?’’ Jake didn’t even know if his own words were true, if he’d grant you that freedom of meeting them knowing you might possibly be taken away, but even if it was a lie on his part it was worth it all to see that smile return to your face.

Jake thought that the walk through the wonder forest would be the utmost agonizing, he was expecting to be bombarded with questions about your friends or maybe even a killing silence but you’d somehow made a walk he’d taken a thousand times the most joyful. He had forgotten that you had never been here before, that you were looking at wonderland through new lenses , taking it in for all it was worth. The entire walk consisted of him staring in complete adoration, watching the way you danced beneath the trees, the way you’d curiously run over and let your fingers graze every shrub, plant, mushroom , every flower or fruit– he was completely stolen by you.

Eventually the two of you had arrived at a clearing in the forest, there stood a beautiful blue house, quite smaller in size in comparison to the one you’d been inside, but it was more than enough room to give the two of you comfort.

“This is your house?’’ you ask, eyes raking over the exterior, the green vines and blue and white flowers that twisted and coiled around its outskirts.

“It’s where i stayed before we all met, now i just come here when i need time alone..sometimes for tea with the others.’’ he responds, making his way over to the door and eventually after taking it in for just a little while longer you trail behind him.

“It’s beautiful.’’ the words fell from your lips so sweet and genuine that he knew for certain you meant it.

“It’s all yours.’’ he responds looking over at you, who’d been taking in your surroundings, seemingly capturing and memorizing each moment with you gaze.

“Mine..?’’ your eyes flutter over to him, lashes batting with each blink as you stared at him so adoringly it made him want to melt at your feet.

“If- if you’d like it?” he watches as a smile spreads across your lips and you ran over to hug him.

“I love it, thank you Jake.’’ his heart pounds in his chest, so hard that he’d thought it burst from his shirt. “I don’t know when my memory will return or how long I'll be here, but thank you for everything. For looking after me.’’

His arms wrap around your waist, so snug that anyone would have thought the two of you were made for one another. That you were made to be held in his arms and his arms only.

“Are you hungry?’’ he asks, finally releasing you from his hold and watching as you walked around to take in more of the place you would now call home.

“I have somewhere to be soon, but i could make you something before then?’’

“You’re leaving?’’ he could see your eyes saddened at the mention of him leaving you alone again and his heart breaks a little

“I won’t be long i promise, you still need time to rest and nourish yourself after hitting your head so hard, or else i would take you with me.’’

“Okay, i guess you’re right. But you promise you’ll come back after?’’

‘‘I promise.’’

After making sure that you had eaten well Jake left you alone to go meet with the others as promised. The entire walk to the white castle he couldn’t help but think about you and if you would be okay alone. He was afraid that you’d go out and wander on your own and get lost or worse get hurt.

When he finally arrived at the palace everyone had already been there, all gathered in the reading room seemingly waiting for him.

“About time you get here what took you so long.’’ Niki complains, throwing his arms over his chest and sitting back in his seat.

“Yeah you disappeared on me today, i went looking for you a little while after we talked in the kitchen and you weren't in your room.’’ Sunoo chimes in, both of them grilling him back to back made his stomach tied in knots.

“I had to take care of something at the shop, sorry i’m late.’’ he lies, something the he had unfortunately had to continue doing now that he was in so deep.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re her now so Sunghoon can start.’’ Heeseung adheres.

Everyone's attention is now on Sunghoon who had been silent up until now.

“Someone from the overworld is here.” There it was, the entire reason Jake had been so nervous to attend this meeting.

“Wait what, as in like…up..up there?’’ Niki sits up in his seat, the sudden revelation seeming to have all of them at the edge of their seats, all except jake who had already known.

“A woman fell down a rabbit hole and that’s when Jungwon saw her before he blinked out of the forest. I’m sure wherever she is she’ll be confused or even scared. We need to find her and make sure she makes it back home.’’

Jakes heart dropped in his chest, send you home? He had just found you. He had just made you feel at home and now he was meant to send you back?

As Jake finally arrived back to the house a sigh spilled from his lips. The moment he shoved the door open he found you sat at the window, your eyes glued to the outside until you heard him come in. he froze dead in his tracks as you jumped up from your seat at the window, your hair curly and damp, and you stood there in nothing but his shirt, and god forbid you wore nothing underneath.

“Is that- is that my shirt?’’

“Yes, I'm sorry my clothes were ruined and I didn’t have anything else to wear. I can..I can take it off if you want.’’

“No! I mean..no you look beautiful. Whatever you want, whatever you see in my closet it’s yours.’’

For you the following days passed by in a blur. Jake was always free to come and go as he pleased, sometimes bringing dresses and trinkets back home for you but eventually it became disheartening. Your time with him has been sweet. You found yourself completely captivated by him, every waking moment was spent with him, so much so that when he went away it made you sad. But knowing that you were trapped within the walls of the house alone sometimes put a bitter taste in your mouth.

So you decided to do exactly what he had told you not to do, throwing on one of the many outfits that he had gotten just for you, a soft apology spills from your lips as you for once go against his wishes and slip outside.

You were somewhat nervous of course you’d be nervous you hadn’t stepped foot outside of the house on your own, let alone into the forest. What if you got lost or hurt yourself again and this time he couldn’t find you? All thoughts that plagued your mind but didn’t hinder your desire to explore more than just that of what you’d already seen.

You’d walked for what felt like hours, at some point you even thought yourself to be lost until you heard the sound of busy footsteps and endless chatter nearby. There were others.

As you pushed past the trees, getting a little scraped up in the process your intuition proved to be right as you found yourself standing in the alley of what you assumed was a town square. Your first taste of freedom from those teal walls you’d been confined to over the last four days.

You allowed yourself to wander and take it all in, the shops, markets and boutiques. The endless sea of people that all seemed so peculiar yet unique in their own ways. It almost overwhelmed you how much there had been to see in that moment, in so little time.

Jake had been preparing to open up shop when he saw you, and the worst part wasn’t that he saw you standing there out in the open happy as ever to be talking to the very people that outcast him, but Sunoo stood only a few feet away from him and it was only a matter of time before he saw you and recognized who you were.

“Shit, I need to go grab something open up without me?’’ without even waiting for a response he disappears into the crowd of people leaving an heir of confusion behind as he runs off.

You had been happily conversing with some guy that you had just met near the town fountain. He of course seemed suspicious of you at first but once he realized that you seemed a little lost he’d softened up to you.

“Alice.’’ as if a cold chill had run up your spine making you shiver you froze in an instant, you didn’t want to turn around. Didn’t want to face him because you weren’t entirely sure how he’d reacted.

The old lady seemingly realizing that he had been referring to you, gives you a concerned look.

“Be careful with him.’’ you’d barely had any time to ask what he meant before Jake’s hand clasped around your wrist and he was dragging you all the way back home and inside the house.

When you finally stepped inside he didn’t say a word.

“Jake..?are you mad?’’

“I told you that i’d take you out soon why didn’t you wait for me? Why did you have to go out on your own?’’

“I- I’m sorry i was getting bored, i missed you and staying in here was like i was being haunted by the outside.’’

“Who was he..? The guy you were talking to who was he?’’

“What?’’ you give him a confused look, you had only just met the man today, he had been acting as if this was someone you had seen time and time again.

“Jake I- Jake I don’t know him.. He was only helping me because I was lost.’’

“Did you like him more…do you like him better than me? I won’t let him take you. You’re mine, you’re no one else’s and if you think for a second I’ll let you leave me I’ll make sure whatever guy that has you stops breathing” there was a complete change in his demeanor, this Jake was scarier, much more intense than the sweet and caring man you knew him to be.

“Jake you’re scaring me..” with every moment he inched closer, the less space you had to back away, until he had you completely fenced in against the door.

“They want to send you home. To send you away from me if they find you when they don’t even know where home is, I can’t let them just send you away.” His voice softens as he brushes your hair behind your ear.

“You’re my alice, my beautiful girl.” He mumbles, lips so close to your neck it makes your breath catch in your throat.

“I’ll give you every reason to stay, I’ll worship your body until you can call me by your name. Until you remember who you were before me and realize all the reasons you never want to go back.” And with that his lips latch onto your neck, sucking your supple skin and leaving sweet sloppy kisses.

“Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.” He breathes out before taking your lips against his.

“I’ll do anything you want, anything you ask me to. I’ll devote my life to this body.” He says, trailing sweet kisses all down your neck as his fingers graze your skin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, cant let them take you,” he murmured, his hands framing your face as his thumbs stroked your cheeks.

“Jake..”

“Want to have myself so deep in you we become one, but for now…I’ll taste you. To do the one thing I’ve been yearning to do since I first saw you wearing my shirt.” He interrupts, lifting you up and carrying you to the couch.

his hands immediately go for the dress you’re wearing, working to push it just above your waist rather than over your head. You weren’t sure why but having the dress skirt block your vision and leave everything all to your imagination made this all the more nerve wracking.

You can't bear taking your eyes off him watching as he moves to his knees, pushing your dress up further above your hips before disappearing beneath it. Though you couldn't see him you could surely sense his presence as he began slotting himself between your legs.

you let out a soft gasp as he yanks down your panties and dress shorts, the cold air hitting forces out a choked breath. You could already feel the wetness of your own arousal that had once been soaking into the soft cotton of your underwear.

“Every inch of you, every pretty flaw and perfection is for me to worship.” he explains, pressing an unusually soft kiss to your thighs.

Before you’d been able to mouth a response he shoves his face between your thighs. His tongue lapped at your cunt like a man starved. He was eating you like it was his last meal on earth, as if this was not only the first, but the last time he’d get to taste you.

With every whine and moan that left your lips as he devoured you he felt like he’d go insane. The sweet sounds that came spilling from you was like music to his ears. You were like a siren enchanting him to show you just how much he could worship you. His tongue worked at your entrance before moving to your clit. He ran the flat of his tongue over the bundle of nerves and swirled around it. An act that sends shivers down your spine and trembles through your thighs.

“Jake.” He could tell by your ragged breaths that it was a lot for you. The way you cried out his name, the way he felt you fighting off the urge to clamp your thighs around his head. The way your hand found his hair and tugged, louder and louder moans spilling from your sweet lips.

“You’re doing so good love, let me taste you.” His voice sends vibrations through your cunt and spirals you over the edge, cumming all over his face. He hummed happily and drank up all that your blessed body gave him.

Of course, he didn’t plan on stopping there. no, he kept going, eating your pussy and groaning at the taste until you physically pulled him off whining about how it was too much.

That was only the beginning though, of course no matter how much you whined he wouldn’t stop there.

“Haven’t heard that pretty name. My pretty girl, my sweet Alice. I’ll make you mine. No matter where you go. Who you come across. You’ll always know I was the first to have you no matter who else you fall in love with you’ll be forever marked by me”

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cakeandpudding1 · 1 year ago

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Hi! Can I Request a dom! Poseidon and or Hades x female sub!wife reader who is sweet/shy, and kinda oblivious, and they just got married and are trying to navigate their life together as newlyweds. I think logically they would have na age gap as well because I believe (could be mistaken in Poseidon’s case) that their wives were younger than them in the myths. If you could make them dotting towards reader too (bit colder than the depths of the sea/Underworld to everyone else), I just really want a sweet obsessive take on their relationship without them being too ooc if this makes sense. Kinda like they fell for reader and they fell harder almost Yandere level obsessed with her. I really loved your Hades x male reader but really want to see you take on this if it’s not too much to ask. I hope my word vomit makes sense.

This is such a cute idea 😆 thank you!

Note : hades and Poseidon are not romantic/ or shipped to each other! ⚠️ I do not support incest. They are only romantic towards reader, but not each other. Cus they are brothers. They only have love towards their darling.

Hades + Poseidon

× reader headcanons.

- tbh, how on earth did you bag not one, but TWO of the strongest gods there is? That's crazy...😭

- not only did you get hades, but Poseidon??? Now you must have accomplished some sort of feat to earn him. Or you were just very loved by the gods. Let's all nod our heads in agreement.

- Considering that there are two of them, gotta say that you take turns being with each of the two.

- it's not very tiring, at least you get a free ride to the underworld and the sea each time you are transported. For example, one day you go to hades, the next day you go with Poseidon. Easy.

- but, it's not always like that. They've insisted on taking you into their own place. but to make things fair, you'd be staying in a completely different home.

- actually, you know what? To make things funnier, what if you were Odin's daughter/daughter figure? You'd be staying with him instead. You have your own room in his place, away from those...bastards..or that's what he liked to call it.

- Like imagine the faces of your beloved darling's when they find you missing. Now that? That really sent them berserk. Harsher and colder than usual, and absolutely will not stop until they found you. Until they did. In Odin's place.

- Bro they all had a staring challenge I swear on my left toe. Like imagine Odin's face when he opens the door to find two gentlemen standing there pissed. And he just responds with "what can I do for you?" With a bitch face.

"I'm here to look for my wife"

"OUR wife, Brother."

"same thing."

- Odin took that personally.

- he was about to say that you weren't there, until you immediately showed up. Your presence filling the room to be more breathable and fresh. You ran over to them happily, embracing them with open arms.

- but let's just say you were pretty oblivious to the death glares they all pointed at each other, a silent warning not to touch you.

- but now let's move on to random ass headcanons I thought about.

- one time a guy called you cute and you never heard from him again. I wonder what happened..

- naughty time with these two is literal heaven. You'd be full in all holes bruv. Do not lie to me, I know what y'all are 🙄

- there would be times where they both have to combine their interests to pick out a dress for you. Believe me, your room is full of so many gifts from both the gods. Trinkets, dresses, jewelry, fancy useless stuff that you find pretty. ANYTHING.

- I can just imagine how sweet and nice they are towards you. someone else tries to talk to to them, they are as cold as the deepest depths of their realms. The moment you enter, they turn their whole personality 360 degrees from what they just displayed earlier.

- and no they will not take flirting from others lightly. A nymph approaches Poseidon? He'd be like, "I'm not interested." Hades?"I'm busy, kindly do not disturb me."

- they aren't really fond of wearing rings, but they do anyway. It's proof of their hold over you, and how they love you lots. You cook for them (or at least you try) and clean around the place.

- you were literally housewife material, maybe a mother one day. At least they hope.

- As long as you stay, be good, comply, they won't inflict too much harm on anything or anyone. Unless it did smth to you. Let's not talk about it though.

-And yeah.

---Fin---

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twiishaa · 8 months ago

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halloween headcannons with the strawhats (modern strawhat au!!) characters luffy, zoro, sanji, usopp, nami and robin quick a/n i whipped this up in like 20 minutes... i know this is late but should i do a second part?? (please ask me to do law he is rhe love of my life)

luffy ִֶ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.

he LOVES Halloween. he doesn’t really get the ideas and stuff behind it, but trick or treating is his THING.

he doesn’t necessarily get why he has to knock random people’s doors and say ‘trick or treat!!!1!!1!’ but he gets sweets anyways.

to me, luffy is in the middle about costumes, sometimes he just puts a stripey t shirt and is like ‘im a pirate!’ but sometimes he puts effort into his costume

loves matching with you though

loves carving pumpkins!! he makes an absolute mess of it though <33

they do end up looking terrible, but that’s how they’re cute!

he loves watching horror movies too! loves the coziness of cuddling with you in the middle of the night

you guys also watch coco around this time of year, since dia de los muertos is around halloween (i am NOT normal about coco i love coco)

halloweens with luffy are funny and full of laughter <3

zoro ִֶָ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.

genuinely sleeps through it

he likes going to the parties for the drinks though

half asses EVERYTHING with it

but, he’ll sit and watch a horror movie or two with you, he likes how you get scared he thinks it’s cute

if you don’t get scared from horror movies , then you guys would laugh at the jumpscares together 😊

does not care about costumes or trick or treat or anything but he’ll tag along with you if you decide to go cos he’ll worry about you alone in the night otherwise!

overall doesn’t care but he’ll do some stuff with you because he likes seeing you get excited over it

sanji (the LOVE of my life) ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.

personally, I think he’d really be into Halloween traditions

you guys would bake cookies together and decorate them to make them spooky , how cute !

probably has dressed up as a Dracula/vampire more than once and will do it again

when Halloween comes around, you guys are the ones to arrange the party

he likes the dressing up part of trick-or-treat more than the getting candy part, definitely

so you get all the candy !

he lets you put makeup on him for parties (he looks GORGEOUS)

you guys don’t watch horror films, but like … the kinda more human… cuter Halloween films

like corpse bride! and encanto <33 (i know encanto isn’t exactly a … halloween movie of sorts but it’s has that vibe to me okay)

but yeah! instead of being outright terrifying, Halloweens with Sanji are fun and cute, with that tone of scare and horror but he would never do anything to shiver your timbers :3

usopp ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.

now…. usopp….

he is a scaredy cat and a halloween WARRIOR at the same time

as he is obsessed with pranks, he capitalises on this time to pull pranks on EVERYONE (you included, soz queen </3)

but the pranks on you are a bit more … calm one may say

watching horror movies with usopp is an experience to say the least

he’s acting all high and mighty but when the jumpscare comes he is CLINGING onto your arm for his life

but, at the end, he denies everything, and he says he wasn’t scared at all…

you both know it’s a lie

also a trick or treating warrior. he goes all out!!

nami ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.

another one who LOVES Halloween

the two of you have gone to so many parties…

you guys are planning your costumes from august, getting all the stuff early and definitely the best dressed

sometimes… when little kids come for trick or treat she tricks them by giving the sweet to them and then taking it away last minute but then she feels really bad so she gives them another sweet

you guys also bake cookies for Halloween together

the result? uhhhhhh it’s the thought that counts right

but overall, Halloween with nami is a very enjoyable and fun time where you guys get to dress up tons and no one asks 😊

nico robin ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.

oh nico robin save me please

she likes giving little kids sweets in the most normal way possible, she thinks they look really cute in their silly little cat costumes :3 (so do i)

for some reason she’s really good at carving pumpkins like they look FIRE like they are works of ART

loves playing little harmless pranks on you, like usopp, but she makes up for it afterwards with kisses <3

alongside nami has the BEST costume for literally no reason.

you two don’t always go matching, but she helps you look for your outfit !

again, she really enjoys watching horror films with you, she enjoys your reactions to jumpscares (whether you are terrified of them or not)

probably goes as a witch or something basic but makes it look really good

note can you tell i like sanji ... send recs if you want love you bye

#one piece headcanons #straw hat pirates #one piece x reader #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #one piece usopp #usopp x reader #nami one piece #nico robin #nami x reader #nico robin x reader #one piece

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